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narႷcisႷsism ( P ) Pronunciation Key (nფrs-szm) also narႷcism (-szm) n.
1. Excessive love or admiration of oneself. See Synonyms at conceit.
2. A psychological condition characterized by self-preoccupation, lack of empathy, and unconscious deficits in self-esteem.
3. Erotic pleasure derived from contemplation or admiration of one's own body or self, especially as a fixation on or a regression to an infantile stage of development.
4. The attribute of the human psyche charactized by admiration of oneself but within normal limits.
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She looks into the mirror, holding her hair up in a pony tail with her hand. She turns her head left and right, winks at her reflection, and giggles. Those freckles were just too damn cute. Licking her pips, she admires their fullness in the cracked glass. Ginny Weasley had inherited Molly's once flawless features and petitite stature along with her father's lanky build. Only on me Daddy's body is considered slim... Of course these knockers and curves are all Mum's! Ginny thought with a chuckle, cupping said breasts.
It had been four years since the incident with Tom Riddle's diary and the Chamber of Secrets. The youngest Weasley had been anxious to put the past and her nightmares far behind her once and for all. She had started dating in her fourth year and had gone through a string of short, innocent relationships. After the magnetic Tom Riddle and the faithless Corner boy, Ginny had decided to stick with cute, loyal, and above all, harmless, Hufflepuffs. Who unfortunately were all too easily chased away by the overzealous Ron...
Who cares about boys anyway? Ginny sniffed as she tied up her hair, leaving a few chunks free for a stylishly mussed look. They're all only for show... especially Harry, the poor thing. With all those girls chasing after him because he's so famous... the fucking fantastic boy who lived to be worshipped... Poor Harry. And to think she had been one of those girls!
No, at the time, Ginny had later hypothesized after getting over her ill-fated crush, she had been in love with love. Harry, of course, had been the most suitible boy to play the part of knight in shining armour in her girlish fantasies. Those eyes! As green as a fresh pickled toad?! Gods I really was far gone! He already was a true-blue hero at the time, the most famous boy in the wizarding world, but no matter now. Ginny was perfectly content to have Harry Potter as her honorary brother and fellow Weasley. She actually got along better with Ron's friends after getting over her childish crush.
Ginny examined her features in the mirror once more, pulling her too small school uniform straight on her slender frame and slipping into her worn black robes. Prefect pin securely fastened, she picked up her schoolbooks and bag and headed towards the door.
"Bye Gorgeous." She whispered looking at her reflection in her old cracked mirror before slamming open her door and running down to breakfast.
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narႷcisႷsism ( P ) Pronunciation Key (nფrs-szm) also narႷcism (-szm) n.
1. Excessive love or admiration of oneself. See Synonyms at conceit.
2. A psychological condition characterized by self-preoccupation, lack of empathy, and unconscious deficits in self-esteem.
3. Erotic pleasure derived from contemplation or admiration of one's own body or self, especially as a fixation on or a regression to an infantile stage of development.
4. The attribute of the human psyche charactized by admiration of oneself but within normal limits.
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She looks into the mirror, holding her hair up in a pony tail with her hand. She turns her head left and right, winks at her reflection, and giggles. Those freckles were just too damn cute. Licking her pips, she admires their fullness in the cracked glass. Ginny Weasley had inherited Molly's once flawless features and petitite stature along with her father's lanky build. Only on me Daddy's body is considered slim... Of course these knockers and curves are all Mum's! Ginny thought with a chuckle, cupping said breasts.
It had been four years since the incident with Tom Riddle's diary and the Chamber of Secrets. The youngest Weasley had been anxious to put the past and her nightmares far behind her once and for all. She had started dating in her fourth year and had gone through a string of short, innocent relationships. After the magnetic Tom Riddle and the faithless Corner boy, Ginny had decided to stick with cute, loyal, and above all, harmless, Hufflepuffs. Who unfortunately were all too easily chased away by the overzealous Ron...
Who cares about boys anyway? Ginny sniffed as she tied up her hair, leaving a few chunks free for a stylishly mussed look. They're all only for show... especially Harry, the poor thing. With all those girls chasing after him because he's so famous... the fucking fantastic boy who lived to be worshipped... Poor Harry. And to think she had been one of those girls!
No, at the time, Ginny had later hypothesized after getting over her ill-fated crush, she had been in love with love. Harry, of course, had been the most suitible boy to play the part of knight in shining armour in her girlish fantasies. Those eyes! As green as a fresh pickled toad?! Gods I really was far gone! He already was a true-blue hero at the time, the most famous boy in the wizarding world, but no matter now. Ginny was perfectly content to have Harry Potter as her honorary brother and fellow Weasley. She actually got along better with Ron's friends after getting over her childish crush.
Ginny examined her features in the mirror once more, pulling her too small school uniform straight on her slender frame and slipping into her worn black robes. Prefect pin securely fastened, she picked up her schoolbooks and bag and headed towards the door.
"Bye Gorgeous." She whispered looking at her reflection in her old cracked mirror before slamming open her door and running down to breakfast.
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Characters (c) to J.K. Rowling
Characters (c) to J.K. Rowling