| What was that? This one hated Quidditch? And stated it proudly? That was Sayge Piper . In a nutshell. Welcome to her universe, you poor pathetic thing, you. Piercing, sarcastic eyes never seem to sleep, let along succumb to the feathers that line them in perfection. Forever rouged lips hint at glory and only produce wit, but that's the way this one likes it - and that's the way it will be. Well on her way to being a prefect for the Snakes, she is vile to the core, and oh yes, she is snape's little pet. Those windtossed ribbons, streaked gold, incarnadine and bronze can't fool even the ditziest of Hufflepuffs. There is no good to be found here, no such thing as a kind Slytherin. The Sorting Hat had no trouble at all with this sass, this magnificent mind had places to go and t hings to do - and Snape would help her. Did she like Draco? Sometimes. This fifth year, though, has other priorities. Prefect, prefect, prefect. She has the grades, particularly in Potions. She has the charisma, particularly when squashing Gryffindors. And she has the power in that elegant wand of hers. No ends were left undone, no people left undaunted by her immense ambition, her tragic flaw. |
