<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Chanel</span></div><div align="center">(http://28.media.tumblr.com/preview.BPZE9B3gPOiPh8Zq_250.jpg)</div><br/>*Dining Hall*<br/><br/>Chanel's perfume wasn't overbearing like one might think and more sultry than flowery or fruity. Her six inch stilettos clicked loudly against the floor, a sign of her approach. She smiled when she spotted Warwick and his little blossom of a sister. "Evening Warwick," she smiled, "Desiree," she gave a curt little bow before seating herself next to Warwick, "Well, I've taken notice of a few students..." she said, "But I think I'll decide during dinner," she told Warwick.<br/><br/>She ignored the little sniveling idiot that sat across from Warwick.<em>Weak. Repulsive.</em>"As much as I'd love to keep you and Desiree company, I don't think I can stomach such a pathetic presence," she said with a bright smile, "And besides, perhaps it'd be best to have the Head Boy at one end and the Head Girl at another so both sides can have their chance to impress."