Tall, slim, haughty and gorgeous, Narcissa presided over the Slytherin girls-- most girls, actually-- like a queen. Her eyes didn’t sparkle with wit, her smile didn’t flash like sequins on a new dress, her step was measured and regal instead of lively and bold. Frankly, she wasn’t Tessa. But she was bored, and Sigrid was curious. So they drifted towards each other.
