The alarm bell came early for Camille. Far too early, in point of fact, and the young witch got up grumbling and cussing. Not cursing, though- that was something altogether different, as she could very well attest to. She threw on a light pink skirt and a white top, and as she got used to the idea of being awake at this ungodly hour, her mood slowly began to improve. By the time she made down to the cafeteria she was almost smiling, though the key word in this statement was [i]almost.[/i]

Grabbing a plate of eggs and sausage, Camille took a seat by herself. If someone came and joined her, that was alright by her, and if she ate alone, well, that was okay, too. She didn't know anybody here yet, after all.