WickedWitch
Suit of Armor
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(10/1/04 9:08 am)
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Narcissa Black
About You
What you want to be called OOC: Ana
AIM screen name and/or e-mail address: earth2alyssa@employees.org
Which of J. K. Rowling's characters would you like to roleplay? Narcissa Black
Why do you think you are the right person to roleplay them? Ummm…because for some reason I find playing the snob a lot of fun? LOL
Writing Sample
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~Train Ride to Hogwarts~
Narcissa tossed her dirty blonde hair behind her shoulder and walked briskly down the hallway of a car on the Hogwarts Express. Her misty gray eyes scanned inside of the compartments for an empty seat. Not one next to Weasely, she’d rather give up the ghost…Longbottom’s looking epically jinxed this year…just look at my ex cousin Sirius, hanging around with that Potter boy and his little friends…how nauseating…
“Hey, Narcissa,” came a familiar voice from behind her. She froze, and turned around to find herself facing her long-time crush, Luscious Malfoy. She could feel the blood rising to her cheeks.
“Hi, Luscious,” she replied timidly, “How was your summer?”
“Fine. Dad got me a new broom. You should watch some of our Quidditch practices this year.”
She gave him her best smile, “I’d love to.”
After walking down a few more rows, she randomly slid open the door of a compartment to see if anyone half-decent occupied it. Much to her dismay, she found herself face to face with Lily Evans and her irritably giggly friends.
“Can I help you?” asked one of them, in a flat tone.
Narcissa laughed, “Don’t be ridiculous. There is no possible way that you could help me. My perfection is far beyond the need of Gryffindor assistance, thanks.”
“You’re not just beyond our help, Black,” replied the sardonic tone of a raven-haired girl, “You’re beyond all help.”
Narcissa fixed her with a hard glare, but was unable to find the correct words to put her down.
“Narcissa,” said Lily coolly, “Do me a favor?”
“No,” she replied tersely.
“Would you mind finding the nearest exit and simply hurling yourself out of it?” There were some snorts from her friends as they stifled laughter. Narcissa felt her anger rise.
Who did Evans think she was? Smirking, she replied acidly,
“Unlike you, Evans—I have reason not to commit suicide. And it’s a pure reason.”.
Satisfied with her comeback, Narcissa turned her back to her redheaded rival and continued down the hallway.
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