The Center Around Which Others Orbit
You inspire fear, says one to me. You inspire mystery, says the other.
So go the various flatteries that reach my ear, that I read through notes, that my girlfriends and I giggle over in the confines of our dormitory. These silly, silly men, we laugh, these men that believe their platitudes will woo us to their side.
But do they arouse my vanity and cement my position as the most desired girl in my year? Do they remind me that I always be beautiful and sinister – me, Bellatrix Black? Of course.
Humility was made for lesser beings, after all.