Narcissa Malfoy Costume Novelas e Histórias

I didn’t want to let go of Ben’s hand, but at least I knew he’d be in the room. Mage Jaye stood and walked around the room. She looked every bit as much like a witch as anyone I’d ever seen in a movie who was pretending to be a witch. She had a long, sharp nose, pale skin, and red curly hair pulled back into a bun that I could only see when she lowered her hood. She was wearing a long navy blue dress with gold trim, in similar shades to the uniform I’d noticed the man wearing outside who’d let us into the gate. I thought those must be the official colors of the School of Sorcery.

Her outfit was back to the emo girl that I first met, she was wearing a black square-neck sleeveless blouse tucked in a brown wrap-around skirt and a black belt hugging her legs, because of her short chopped red hair, she looked like the daughter of a mafia boss, except that she’s a wolf, and I’m looking forward when she transformed. Not just with her, but also with Lea and Azi, they were wearing their cloaks with hoods, a real witch and wizard, I adored the black lipstick painted on Lea’s lips and her matching black nails with Neneuis and her black straight hair that goes down to her legs.

On the morning of the ceremony, Nara entered my room carrying a dress prepared for me: deep black, embroidered with silver threads that mimicked claws slashing through fabric, trimmed with thick fur. “Are you ready?” she asked. I nodded. I was ready, more than ready. I had waited years to return to my rightful place over the Noar. I had longed for this moment. I let them dress me. Allowed myself to be styled, adorned, prepared as if I truly were the perfect luna everyone believed I would be. I savored every second of that care, the way silk slid over my skin, the perfume brushed onto me. And when I walked into the great hall, my legs were steady with the certainty that I had made the right c

Once he stood in the middle she dipped four of her fingers in a red paste before marking his chest like the claw lines. Stepping back she clasped her hands together. "Close your eyes, my Lord," The girl said. Draco did as told. The girl closed her eyes as well as her tinted red lips parted and she started chanting a spell in a hushed voice. The atmosphere of the room suddenly dropped and the icy chills prickled their skin. Her eyes shot open wide and they were completely white with no irises visible. The voice became louder as slowly the scar on Fiona's face started to disappear only to start forming on Draco's chest.

Jessica’s P.O.V “What’s your…who are you wearing?” Over the upbeat music spilling from the speakers, I almost knocked my drink to the ground as the tiny voice behind me startled me. “I don’t know who this is?” “Hi, birthday girl.” I smiled, ignoring the red stain on the gold color chlamys which was draped around my body and clipped on my shoulders. Beneath the chlamys was a pure white chiton that hugged my every curve. With the golden leaf tiara on my head and golden bracelets around my arms and ankles, it should be easy to realize who I was cosplaying but I guess Mina didn’t know.

Naz says, noticing the scented candles placed in various spots in the room. I shrug blushing as I move to shift the one closest to me. "Do you now? Or are you trying to cover up something?" Ana asks wiggling her eyebrows when horror shows in my eyes. Naz Snickers and sits up, straightening the long black wrap dress she has on. I've noticed that most of Nazeera's clothes were either black or a dark purple, when I'd mentioned my observation she'd smiled and said she was trying add to the witchy vibe she was trying to give off.

Her childish mind could only think that she shouldn't attract any eyes of the audience and look down from the grinning faces of the nobles. Even if Ariana couldn't view their faces, she could sense what kind of emotion and desire running through their eyes. Lust, greed, selfish, and disgust. Some chattered about the use of a child slave and the fact that they could raise her to their taste. A few sorcerers also eyed themself on the girl, whispering how the girl would be a fitting sacrifice for a demonic ritual. "We will start the bid, from 50 gold coins!" The auctioneer slammed his hand on the tall wooden table that stopped on his waist. He glanced around hawking the bidders who had their in

Leia uttered as she held Alice's arm tightly. "What? I can't hear you!" Alice shouted as she covered her ears slightly. "I said, we could still leave this place!" "You know we can't!" Alice's face scrunched as she swam through the sea of sweaty people. She could smell the strong aroma of alcohol, sweat, and vomit present in the warm, disgusting air. "Leia! Alice! There you are!" They finally found Yu. He was wearing a silvery white wig (which Alice thought does not fit Yu) and a robe that had a Slytherin logo branded on his left chest. It was obvious that he was Draco Malfoy from the Harry Potter series.

“Babygirl, if you’re not up for it, I can help.” “N-No!” she hurried to take off her coat. After a moment of struggling, she finally managed to remove her hat and sunglasses, letting her golden blonde hair fall freely around her shoulders. “I’m done,” she sighed, placing the extra clothing aside, now revealing the pink bodycon dress that hugged her curves. Malfoy leaned back, his gaze lingering as he smiled. “Much better.” “Are you ordering something, or should I get us both a Dark ‘N’ Stormy, Miss… uh…” Malfoy paused, turning to her with a devilish grin.

Eventually, the universe stopped caring about my pity party and shoved me back towards the damn castle, towards the job I hated, the mask I had to wear. Fine. If I couldn’t break the bond, I would bury it where no one could dig it up. Morning came, whether I wanted it or not. I braided my hair like nothing happened, wrapped myself in the Luna cloak, a deep blue dress that made me look more like a ghost than royalty. I stared at myself in the mirror. Hollow eyes, set jaw.