Disclaimer: I do not own greek mythology, and I do not own the Malfoy name. I most certainly own Pygmy and even more so do I own Bertram... I also do not own Hogwarts and it's layout and history and houses, but I own ALL of the teachers, except for Renard Vector's last name. I also own Leila Stratford, by the way.
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He is considered a disgrace to the Malfoy name because of his appearance, and his quieter arrogance that is not as bold as his father's (in all of Nero Malfoy's insanity, he is quite vain), his grandfather, and his great grandfather, may he rest and rot in Azkaban forever and eternal, the ass.
He is also a sarcastic, ungrateful bastard. No need to worry, I should have told you I'd get to that.
His name is Darius Malfoy, named for the great Persian ruler, as is only fit (names of rulers) as heirs to the Malfoy line. More arrogance.
I've discovered that most of our kind (wizards, that is) are named for mythological and historical people. As I said before, more arrogance.
I am not an exception. I could offer you the generic version for the paper, so that all of the paparazi who someday read this might be happy:
My name is Pygmalia Sinclair, and I am at this moment, seventeen years old. I've lived a highly traumatic life and cry frequently at the state of my parents. I'm not afraid of anything but I wish that my parents would be all right...
And here's the Pygmy version:
Screw you.
I am a member of the house of Ravenclaw, very nearly of the house of Hufflepuff. That is supposed to make me intelligent, but I find that it often designates snobbery and ignorance. It's also supposed to make me loyal, but most of the Hufflepuffs I know are cowardly and too afraid to show obedience or loyalty to anything.
Go figure.
In any case, that is my current standing in life. I've decided I kind of like the idea of a pensive, but that I should speak into it rather than give it my memories. Well, I could, but then they would be exposed to my housemates, which is dangerous.
I have no friends, but have formed an allegiance with two slytherins-- a Leila Courier, great niece of a great aunt who had a great crush on a great ass known as Severus Snape which caused a great suicide when he greatly didn't care. My other connection is Aspasia Malfoy, whore and sister of Darius Malfoy. For some reason, she acquired all of the Malfoy genes and he received his genes from his mother, now known as Kataline Malfoy, once Kataline Leva.
I have no enemies either, actually. But I'm getting ahead of myself.
Maybe I should just empty my memories.
It seems that's the only way anything truly worthwhile is going to get done.
Oh well... I'll have to charm them to lock under anyone's mind except mine.
For a while, I'll stick with the safer ones.
In any case, back to Darius.
He's staring at me
...
Okay, now he's not.
The point is, I'm doing this on the train and he can probably hear me.
Big deal... it's not as if he cares.
Now he's grinning at me.
Oh, did I mention this?
Wait, here, let me tell him.
I hate you.
He's smirking now.
How amusing...
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He is considered a disgrace to the Malfoy name because of his appearance, and his quieter arrogance that is not as bold as his father's (in all of Nero Malfoy's insanity, he is quite vain), his grandfather, and his great grandfather, may he rest and rot in Azkaban forever and eternal, the ass.
He is also a sarcastic, ungrateful bastard. No need to worry, I should have told you I'd get to that.
His name is Darius Malfoy, named for the great Persian ruler, as is only fit (names of rulers) as heirs to the Malfoy line. More arrogance.
I've discovered that most of our kind (wizards, that is) are named for mythological and historical people. As I said before, more arrogance.
I am not an exception. I could offer you the generic version for the paper, so that all of the paparazi who someday read this might be happy:
My name is Pygmalia Sinclair, and I am at this moment, seventeen years old. I've lived a highly traumatic life and cry frequently at the state of my parents. I'm not afraid of anything but I wish that my parents would be all right...
And here's the Pygmy version:
Screw you.
I am a member of the house of Ravenclaw, very nearly of the house of Hufflepuff. That is supposed to make me intelligent, but I find that it often designates snobbery and ignorance. It's also supposed to make me loyal, but most of the Hufflepuffs I know are cowardly and too afraid to show obedience or loyalty to anything.
Go figure.
In any case, that is my current standing in life. I've decided I kind of like the idea of a pensive, but that I should speak into it rather than give it my memories. Well, I could, but then they would be exposed to my housemates, which is dangerous.
I have no friends, but have formed an allegiance with two slytherins-- a Leila Courier, great niece of a great aunt who had a great crush on a great ass known as Severus Snape which caused a great suicide when he greatly didn't care. My other connection is Aspasia Malfoy, whore and sister of Darius Malfoy. For some reason, she acquired all of the Malfoy genes and he received his genes from his mother, now known as Kataline Malfoy, once Kataline Leva.
I have no enemies either, actually. But I'm getting ahead of myself.
Maybe I should just empty my memories.
It seems that's the only way anything truly worthwhile is going to get done.
Oh well... I'll have to charm them to lock under anyone's mind except mine.
For a while, I'll stick with the safer ones.
In any case, back to Darius.
He's staring at me
...
Okay, now he's not.
The point is, I'm doing this on the train and he can probably hear me.
Big deal... it's not as if he cares.
Now he's grinning at me.
Oh, did I mention this?
Wait, here, let me tell him.
I hate you.
He's smirking now.
How amusing...