Greetings readers; I shall promptly begin my thrilling tale, but please allow me first to introduce myself and set the exposition. The given name that my parents chose for me is Ebony Dark'Ness Dementia Raven Way. My outward materialisation of my genetic code consists of long, ebony black hair (which, most amusingly, is how I got my name), with purple streaks and red tips. This splendid concoction of coloured hair tumbles down like a shimmering gothic rainbow to the mid-point of my back. In addition to this, I have the most astonishing ice like blue eyes - some have suggested that they are like lipid tears. It is also been suggested that I look like an 'Amy Lee', whatever one of those are!
Contrary to what my name may lead you to believe, I do not partake in the same family tree as the popular figure 'Gerard Way'. As happenstance would have it though, I cannot deny that it would particularly bother me to be related to 'Gerard Way', as he is a spiffingly handsome devil, if you catch my drift!
It should be noted that I happen to be of that nocturnal, blood feasting species; also known as 'vampires'. I do not suffer from that pointy fangs problem, however, and my teeth are in fact the most exquisite specimens of food choppers you could possibly have, all straight and pure white like snow. My supernatural features do not end there, no sir; as it would so happen, I am a witch as well. My occult status has allowed me to be part of a magic institute, known as the 'Hogwarts', situated in the fair land of England, United Kingdom. At this fine institute, and with the seventeen years that I have lived and converted oxygen to carbon dioxide on this planet, I reside in what is referred to as the seventh year.
My clothing choices are often described as being of the gothic genre. I have a burning passion for 'Hot Topic' and I spend all those monetary representations, known as 'coins', on garments there.
For instance, on this present day, I so happen to be wearing a delightful combination a black corset with some matching delicate lace design around it, a black leather 'mini' skirt, pink 'fish-net' stockings and twee little black 'combat' boots. In terms of the mandatory face paint that my kin do so enjoy, I am demonstrating the use of black lip paint, white face paint, black eye paint and red powder on my eyelids.
On this present day, I was going on a gander about the Hogwart's grounds; there was light precipitation and a slight snow shower, so thus no solar light was shining. This was beneficial to I, as I tend to sparkle and shimmer like a collection of diamonds, which can be distracting to the casual passerby. Therefore, this lack of 'solis' put me in a most joyous mood.
A bunch of the hoi-polloi stared most rudely at me. I simply shook my head and then wrote a strongly worded letter to my local member of parliament over the disgraceful behaviour of the local youth.
"Greetings, fair Ebony!" called a masculine voice. I looked up. It was that fine old fellow... Draco Malfoy!
"How goes life, Malfoy?" I questioned.
"Relatively little is occurring," he replied back with a shy nature.
However, I was unable to further expand upon this riveting conversation, for my chums called me over and I had to bid that lovely chap Malfoy farewell.