Post by Corliss Malfoy on Oct 17, 2009 16:33:58 GMT
Everything seemed to be going down hill. Her time of being the bad ass Malfoy girl looked like it was coming to the end. Who in the hell would ever think Corliss Malfoy was getting soft? No one. It just wasn't natural. No natural at all. Though, sometimes things that shouldn't happen do. Like Zane and Nikita becoming friends, that really was aganist the laws of nature. Evil and good don't work together. Well, they don't work together until the good or evil starts to take over. Never in her life did Miss Malfoy thik she would start feeling like she was bad at being evil. But, that was exactly how she was feeling.
Sighing, the sixth year Slytherin pushed through the wooden door of the quaint pub. Quaint pub? When had Corliss every thought the pub was quaint? Shit! She made her way to the counter, sending her best evil smirk to a few first years. Even though the cowered at her feet, she still didn't feel evil. She threw some money at the witch running the pub before grabbing her butterbeer. Even her best friend, or who she thought was her best friend, Kianthra Lestrange seemed to be straying to the other sixth year girls. Nikita and Tobie mosly. Was she losing her evil flair? She prayed not.
Corliss made her way to the darkest part of the Three Brooksticks. She sat in the corner, not wanting anyone to see her sipping on the warm, amber liquid. You've lost it. Scorpius will disown you and you'll be all alone. Surely I'll be targeted if I leave the DE. No one knew what it was like to feel the influence of good slowly taking your evil core away. It didn't feel good, not good at all. Corliss looked up from her drink, which she figured she had been stairing at. A sigh escaped her parted lips. "Why me?" she whispered, her normally cold eyes gazing around the warm room.
Sighing, the sixth year Slytherin pushed through the wooden door of the quaint pub. Quaint pub? When had Corliss every thought the pub was quaint? Shit! She made her way to the counter, sending her best evil smirk to a few first years. Even though the cowered at her feet, she still didn't feel evil. She threw some money at the witch running the pub before grabbing her butterbeer. Even her best friend, or who she thought was her best friend, Kianthra Lestrange seemed to be straying to the other sixth year girls. Nikita and Tobie mosly. Was she losing her evil flair? She prayed not.
Corliss made her way to the darkest part of the Three Brooksticks. She sat in the corner, not wanting anyone to see her sipping on the warm, amber liquid. You've lost it. Scorpius will disown you and you'll be all alone. Surely I'll be targeted if I leave the DE. No one knew what it was like to feel the influence of good slowly taking your evil core away. It didn't feel good, not good at all. Corliss looked up from her drink, which she figured she had been stairing at. A sigh escaped her parted lips. "Why me?" she whispered, her normally cold eyes gazing around the warm room.