Elli Malfoy
- LETTURE 35
- Voti 7
- Parti 4
You are an orphan, from an apparent family who were the most powerful beings until put 6 feet under. They left two year old you at the front of some muggle orphanage, probably to rot. Until a certain set of blond hair comes and sweeps you off your feet. They are the Malfoys. Death eaters. Snobs. Jerks. Close followers of you-know-who. One of the most powerful family's in witch and wizardry history.
YOU are Elli Malfoy. But what you think can't be wrong. You are, after all, not blood bound.
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I am with the Malfoys in a group on platform 9 3/4. Our dad is giving us a little speech. "Now. Don't talk to ay blood traitors, mud bloods and half blood. They are rungs of the wizardly world. They are scum and we do not associate with those things. Understood? Now go, get on the train before it leaves. And make sure you are put in slitherin." This is mine and Dracos first year EVER at hogwarts and I can already tell Draco is gonna love being at top, as am I. We walk side by side as our infamous smirks are plastered on our faces.
Unlike the Malfoys, I have black hair and blue eyes. Though I do have quite pale skin just like them.
"Hey.draco?" He turns to me, good. He is listening."let's rule this school." I have an evil side to me which I gladly show. Anyone who gets in my way gets my wrath. I'm proud to let my evil side show, because the Malfoys do and they aren't weak. And I'm going to believe that I'm not weak either."sure Elli. Let's rule it together."
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