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So my birthday ended on a pretty bad note.
It was pretty good until it turned to shit though. As things are.
Anyway, then I came home and almost burst into tears because I was so touched by Elisabeth's thoughtfulness and just general wonderfulness!
And I wrote some more of my fic which has rapidly turned into a crack!fest due to my slight obession with "Gossip Girl"...
This just in: Slytherin's favorite pretty boy, known for his luscious blonde locks seen canoodling with Rodolphus LeStrange in the common room after hours. Intimate glances and several meaningful touches were observed. Is it possible the joke is on Slytherin's golden girl? Hint: He is the only male student at Hogwarts known to wear ribbons in his hair. Looks like things for our princess are about to fade to black. XOXO, Beetle Babe."
Narcissa rolled her sky blue eyes at the writer's heavy-handed attempts at wit.
The tiny scrolls of parchment had started appearing all over school grounds towards the beginning of the year with their girlish scrawl boldly announcing itself in a bright shade of acid green. Sometimes they would turn up between the pages of students' books in the middle of classes, sometimes in the pockets of their robes, sometimes even tangled in their bedsheets in the morning. No one had complained to the faculty, as far as Narcissa knew - she was sure if they had, whoever was responsible would have been stopped by now. It seemed even the victims of these blatant acts of libel were way too addicted to the notes to want them stopped. Also, the few incapable of publicly laughing them off were seen as bad sports, or, worse, created even greater speculation as to the truth of the rumors.
No one knew the true identity of Beetle Babe, although there were several theories floating around. The most popular one identified her as a mudblood or at least someone who had been brought up in the Muggle world - a girl with an affinity for the famed Muggle band, the Beatles.
Narcissa had even wondered at one point if it might be that phony redhead suck-up, Lily (like that was even her natural hair color!). But then a few of the scrolls had said some pretty malicious things about her loser friends, the Marauding Morons Club. Granted, it could have been a way of keeping her identity more of a puzzle, but Lily was no Slytherin - she simply wasn't cunning enough to even think of it. Which was sad, in a way, because Narcissa would have loved to have exposed her and gotten her detention upon detention, or, in her fantasies, even expelled.
Despite the ridiculousness of most of Beetle Babe's claims and the fact that everyone said they didn't really believe anything penned by her, the students seemed to talk about them endlessly. Yes, the unknown girl had created quite a stir at Hogwart's.
Still, for some reason, it had never occurred to Narcissa that she might find herself the subject matter of one of these little notes. Unlike the growing number of students who had begun doing more and more outrageous things in public in the hopes of joining the ranks of others alluded to in these scrolls, Narcissa was not comfortable being the object of ridicule and speculation. She'd had quite enough teasing and "affectionate" torment from her two older sisters (especially Bella) to last a lifetime. She knew Lucius would be secretly infuriated but he and Rodolphus would act like it was hilarious, probably turn it into their own running joke, pretend to kiss and pet each other's hair for the benefit of the squeeling schoolgirls. The thought of this made Narcissa sick to her stomach. She wanted to hide in her room and never come out again.
It was pretty good until it turned to shit though. As things are.
Anyway, then I came home and almost burst into tears because I was so touched by Elisabeth's thoughtfulness and just general wonderfulness!
And I wrote some more of my fic which has rapidly turned into a crack!fest due to my slight obession with "Gossip Girl"...
This just in: Slytherin's favorite pretty boy, known for his luscious blonde locks seen canoodling with Rodolphus LeStrange in the common room after hours. Intimate glances and several meaningful touches were observed. Is it possible the joke is on Slytherin's golden girl? Hint: He is the only male student at Hogwarts known to wear ribbons in his hair. Looks like things for our princess are about to fade to black. XOXO, Beetle Babe."
Narcissa rolled her sky blue eyes at the writer's heavy-handed attempts at wit.
The tiny scrolls of parchment had started appearing all over school grounds towards the beginning of the year with their girlish scrawl boldly announcing itself in a bright shade of acid green. Sometimes they would turn up between the pages of students' books in the middle of classes, sometimes in the pockets of their robes, sometimes even tangled in their bedsheets in the morning. No one had complained to the faculty, as far as Narcissa knew - she was sure if they had, whoever was responsible would have been stopped by now. It seemed even the victims of these blatant acts of libel were way too addicted to the notes to want them stopped. Also, the few incapable of publicly laughing them off were seen as bad sports, or, worse, created even greater speculation as to the truth of the rumors.
No one knew the true identity of Beetle Babe, although there were several theories floating around. The most popular one identified her as a mudblood or at least someone who had been brought up in the Muggle world - a girl with an affinity for the famed Muggle band, the Beatles.
Narcissa had even wondered at one point if it might be that phony redhead suck-up, Lily (like that was even her natural hair color!). But then a few of the scrolls had said some pretty malicious things about her loser friends, the Marauding Morons Club. Granted, it could have been a way of keeping her identity more of a puzzle, but Lily was no Slytherin - she simply wasn't cunning enough to even think of it. Which was sad, in a way, because Narcissa would have loved to have exposed her and gotten her detention upon detention, or, in her fantasies, even expelled.
Despite the ridiculousness of most of Beetle Babe's claims and the fact that everyone said they didn't really believe anything penned by her, the students seemed to talk about them endlessly. Yes, the unknown girl had created quite a stir at Hogwart's.
Still, for some reason, it had never occurred to Narcissa that she might find herself the subject matter of one of these little notes. Unlike the growing number of students who had begun doing more and more outrageous things in public in the hopes of joining the ranks of others alluded to in these scrolls, Narcissa was not comfortable being the object of ridicule and speculation. She'd had quite enough teasing and "affectionate" torment from her two older sisters (especially Bella) to last a lifetime. She knew Lucius would be secretly infuriated but he and Rodolphus would act like it was hilarious, probably turn it into their own running joke, pretend to kiss and pet each other's hair for the benefit of the squeeling schoolgirls. The thought of this made Narcissa sick to her stomach. She wanted to hide in her room and never come out again.