Lust

[bellbell]

People in the world are either morning people or non-morning people, Bella is a non-morning person. As much as she hated getting out of bed on a Saturday, and walking down many stairs to the Great Hall. Her hunger could not be satisfied because of the welcoming thoughts of the delicious food downstairs (even though she ate about three muffins). Sighing unhappily, Bella trudged slowly down the hallways. Oblivious to all activity around her. As the doors of the Great Hall swung open, she was overcome by the many delicious scents that filled her nostrils. Suddenly she felt a burning desire for food and hastily walked toward an empty seat.

Silently Bella took her place on the table, and took a bite into one of the muffins near her, making sure to keep her poise. As she chewed the delicous piece of muffin, one of blueberries burst into flavor. She sat, bewildered, as her longing for more took over all thought of keeping her poise. She dug into more muffins, eating them in such a pace that you would think she could choke easily but she didn't , she continued to eat. All around her, people stared at the girl who never ate much and was suddenly having a eating fit. Then at last when her desire was satiated, she stopped (she had at least three muffins to be exact and the muffins are very small).

Her sudden stop of movement and silence caused others to look at her curiously to see if she was about to gobble down another plate of muffins. Bella wrinkled her nose in disgust as if she was ashamed of being supremely hungry. Without another look around, Bella stood up from her chair and took a step forward to return to the safety of her room or the library when she felt a sharp pain in her stomach. She froze. Her breathing becoming quicker. Then she felt it again this time her stomach began to pulse painfully. As a cold sweat broke out on her neck, she reached for her chair but stumbled, tripping over her seemingly light feet.

A wave of nausea washed over her, as she gripped the table dizzily, her clenched knuckles turning white as the world around her began to swirl. She kept her head bent as if she was intent on finding some object she had dropped but her true intention was to wait for her stomach to stop rebelling. A shudder passed through her body as her nails dug into the top of the table. She bent over, biting her tongue to prevent screaming from the huge pain in her stomach. It was the same whenever she over ate. Except, this time she went a little over the top and because of that she was suffering. Desire, was a powerful thing, she thought as another wave of nausea washed over her.....

[sable]

Sable smiled blandly as she walked past all the morning-haters on her way to the Great Hall for her breakfast. She wasn't much of a morning person, herself, but at least she was smart enough to snag a cup of coffee form the kitchens before she went to bed. Perhaps it made her go a little out of her way before she went to sleep, but, all the same, she didn't have to go through the hassle of getting up that everyone else did.

Stepping silently into the Great Hall, she took her seat at the Gryffindor table, still silent, and snagged a piece of toast from a plate. Absentmindedly buttering her toast, she took in the scene around her. Her eyes found their way to a younger Gryffindor girl, maybe third or fourth year, by the look of it, and winced slightly as she saw the ravenous eating. She's going to get sick... she thought dryly to herself, then turned away, for fear of losing her own appetite.

Shuddering slightly, Sable determinedly focused on eating her toast slowly, as though to balance out this girls' display of self-control, or lack thereof, occasionally stealing curious glances in the direction of the girl. She couldn't help but wonder what was going to happen; a sick trait of humanity, she supposed, to want to know what sort of pain the girl would get. Not to say that Sable didn't care that the girl didn't eat herself to death, but she was currently a little worried that if she approached the girl, she'd be eaten too.

Her attention once again drawn to the oddly hungry girl, Sable leaned back in her seat to get a good view of the now-disgusted expression on the fourth year's face (by now, she'd decided, based on the fact that the girl had just stuffed three muffins down her throat, that she had to be third year; she was certain that no third year could or would eat that much). Sable glanced, no longer hungry, at her half-eaten toast, and pushed set it down on the table. That was a disgusting display, she found herself thinking. She'd never say it to the girl's face, but she knew it was true.

The sound of scraping chair legs brought her back to reality, and she saw the girl doubled over in obvious nausea. I knew it! she thought, and instantly felt ashamed at the slight sound of triumph in her voice. It wasn't that she wanted the girl to be in pain - quite the contrary, she also pitied the girl - but she had foretold some sort of future, even if it didn't involve crystal balls and tea leaves.

Noticing that nobody else was getting up, Sable stood up, glaring disdainfully at other sitting students, and quietly walked towards the girl. Placing a hand on her shoulder, she gently asked, "Are you alright? Do you need to see the nurse, or just go lie down?"

[bellbell]

It was exactly like the time she had overate at her Aunt Susans, except she hadn't ate so willingly. It had been Christmas, and her aunt was furious that Bella wouldn't eat much food. Bella remembered her shoving spoonful after spoonful into her mouth making her choke ever morsel down. But her stomach wasn't used to eating that much, since Bella normally ate a little due to her eating disorder, and she threw up. After that, her aunt never forced Bella to over ear though she did force her to eat enough to make her dizzy. Looking back at it, Bella thought her Aunt Susan was the most silliest person she had ever met. Sure, she had kept secrets from her brother,Edward but she was nice.....sometimes.

Her tongue bled as she fought to not throw up. Her head shot forward but Bella held her mouth closed. Not here. She wouldn't throw up here. Dizzily, Bella looked around for someplace to go. 'Are you alright? Do you need to see the nurse, or just go lie down?' said a girl. Bella turned to look at the girl wearily. She couldn't answer even if she wanted to, so she just nodded. I'm fine....just a bit dizzy...thought Bella, too bad the girl couldn't read her mind.

Forcing herself to relax, "I'm fine...just a little diz--" Bella's head shot out again as her body tried to get the unwanted food out of her system, she held it back. This was disgusting. She hoped nobody else noticed her display of vile behavior "Dizzy" she concluded "I'll just...lie down...somewhere..." Bella said slowly, standing up. All she wanted to do right now was run to the girls bathroom and huddle in the last stall. This was so humiliating.

[sable]

Sable furrowed her brows, feeling a bit frustrated with the girl. What was she playing at? Did she want to be a 'brave girl' by dealing with the pain by herself? Or was she just trying to be nice by not dragging her into it? Too late, Sable thought, a bit ruefully. Sable was already involved in her dilemma - she'd gotten on her high horse, and her pride was not about to let her jump back off so soon. If she went and sat back down... she could hear the sniggers and snide mutterings now.

Anyways, Sable could tell that this girl was most certainly not alright. She looked to be about to lose her breakfast, after all, and Sable wasn't sure what exactly to do. Healing charms had never really been her forte, so there was little she could do to help her feel better other than help her to Gryffindor Tower. Stating the obvious, perhaps out of spite, Sable replied, "Certainly looks like you're a bit more than dizzy."

Sable was getting irritated now, not with just the girl, but with everyone in the Great Hall. How could they not notice this display? Was it just not in their nature to actually bother to help someone? And this girl was just going to drive her insane. Get over yourself; if you need help, accept it! she willed mentally. Unable to help herself, she finally blurted, "Look, if you need help getting there, I'll help you, but if you don't want it, just say so!" She winced slightly at her own harsh tone, but she couldn't help it. Just tell me the truth, would you? I'd like to escape the spotlight, thank you!

((Meh, short and bad post. ><" -sigh- No muse today.))