Post by `narcissa virga black on Nov 2, 2011 12:14:29 GMT -5
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narcissa virga black
Let’s face it. Narcissa has a superiority complex. Her level of narcissism could easily be claimed as narcissistic personality disorder, if such a great many people didn’t agree with her. She comes from one of the oldest Wizarding families in Europe, and her line is one of the few that hasn’t succumbed to madness. And she’s easy on the eyes. So buyer beware; she’ll only accept the best for her peers.
Family is a fickle friend amongst purebloods, and it’s the same with ‘Cissa. Blood should run thicker than it does in her opinion, but there are a few who’d trade family for wine; or even grape juice. Those of her own blood (who’ve remained faithful) are the best people. Those who’d abandoned her family, she feels, have done direct damage to her. Deep down she may feel that she wishes they’d repent and come back, but outwardly she’d keep such sentiments chained deep inside.
Friends, those who’ve truly made it, are something Cissa prizes are an important part of society (and her mental health). One needs to surround herself with the cream of the crop, the best, in order to succeed. Of course, there are some that she truly harbors feelings of sisterly comradely for, but those are few and far between. A good deal of her social circle only provide a pretty face and a pretty blood line for Cissa’s enjoyment.
Cissa’s own slightly warped opinion of love is one based off of a mixture of fairy tale romances told as a child, the idea of a marriage contract dictated by her father, and the naughty books she’s been lent by friends from less strict or less old-fashioned families.
Family is a fickle friend amongst purebloods, and it’s the same with ‘Cissa. Blood should run thicker than it does in her opinion, but there are a few who’d trade family for wine; or even grape juice. Those of her own blood (who’ve remained faithful) are the best people. Those who’d abandoned her family, she feels, have done direct damage to her. Deep down she may feel that she wishes they’d repent and come back, but outwardly she’d keep such sentiments chained deep inside.
Friends, those who’ve truly made it, are something Cissa prizes are an important part of society (and her mental health). One needs to surround herself with the cream of the crop, the best, in order to succeed. Of course, there are some that she truly harbors feelings of sisterly comradely for, but those are few and far between. A good deal of her social circle only provide a pretty face and a pretty blood line for Cissa’s enjoyment.
Cissa’s own slightly warped opinion of love is one based off of a mixture of fairy tale romances told as a child, the idea of a marriage contract dictated by her father, and the naughty books she’s been lent by friends from less strict or less old-fashioned families.
well dressed and overrated
