Elora Chomer was a true Slytherin. She had it all, everything you could want, and some things you didn't.
The looks: She was intensely beautiful, big green eyes the color of celery, white blond hair, and carefully smoothed skin. She was tall and leggy, not from athletics, but from good genes.
The money: Elle's family was absolutely rolling in money. Old money, new money, dirty money, any kind of money, the Chomers had it. And they had a lot of it.
The bloodlines: The Chomers were German, and their blood was about as pure as it was possible to get. It was fresh-fallen snow, angel wings pure. Something Elle was very proud of.
She had class, poise, intelligence, and flirtatiousness. All that was missing was her heart. Elle was not a kind girl. Most people who met her loved her, if they were Slytherins, or hated her, if they were pretty much anything else. Elle lacked true morals, and she didn't try to hide it. But, then again, she didn't have to. The rumors about her did it for her. She acted her part well, very polite, very elegant. One could almost get by without noticing the malicious spark in her eyes, the lips so ready to curl into a sneer.
She was beautiful, yes, on the outside. But not on the inside. No one cared. Most were just as corrupted as she. Elle's biggest flaw, or her biggest attribute, depending on the viewpoint, was her pride. Nothing could get in the way of Elle's all-consuming ego. All her friends were absolutely devoted to her, and she wouldn't have it any other way.
The sixth year Slytherins were an attractive bunch. Very few on the outside knew what really went on inside this most elite of groups. The girls were beautiful, the boys handsome. Yet, Elle was by far the prettiest girl in the group. And, the most attractive boy was none other than Tom Riddle.