Banner by the lovely Jen Princess Bella
35.
Sitting at the Slytherin house table, you can see her. Long dark hair, haughty expression, eye of cold ink. You see her sweeping imperiously through the corridors, causing other pupils to jump out of her way with a look and at times with a hex. You can see her in lessons, sneering at the professors as they instruct the class, and ignoring all mentions of defensive magic. You hear whispers about how she wants to continue her family traditions; her pride at being pureblood.
“Who does she think she is?” You ask your friends.
“Princess Black.” Is their sarcastic reply.