Toujours Pur

Marguerite Zabini || Fifth Year || Slytherin || Pure-Blood

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margueritezabini:

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I also have a grandmother who says similarly. However I have chosen to take a more casual approach to life. I can see what all that fretting has done to her features. I’d much rather avoid such worry lines and only concern myself with my appearance when it’s necessary. 

You'll get frown lines then. You should always be concerned with appearances, how do you expect to get a boyfriend with that attitude. 

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||Character Development: Portraits||

Stiffness. An unrelenting stiffness. It had been like this for hours now. The man with the paintbrush had instructed Marguerite to "sit still!" and so she had, even when her nose had itched or the sun had went in her eyes. "Almost done darling" Grandmother said, she was sat in a straight-backed chair reading a book and observing the painting; it was her who had insisted on the portrait and having it done in the sun room. Eloise had lost interest hours ago and wandered off and her parents would be back to pick them up soon. 

"Done" said the paintbrush man, giving a final wave of his wand over the gilt frame and stepping back; allowing Marguerite to finally see her painting. It was a beautiful likeness, down to every freckle and every curl and the little girl in the frame even had the same cold glare. Marguerite Alphonsine Zabini, Aged 7 read the label in curly scripture, Marguerite traced it with her finger and smiled. "It's wonderful" said Grandmother, "It shall go next to mine in the portrait room" and both Marguerite and her portrait double beamed. 

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margueritezabini:

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How kind of you to offer, but I think you have the sleekeazy side of the hair care regime handled enough for the both of us.

One must always look ones best, that's what Grandma always said. It's some advice you should probably consider. 

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margueritezabini:

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You are correct, I never stress too much over it. Thankfully. 

My eyes are less than thankful, feel free to borrow my sleekeazy any time. 

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I can’t remember the last Sunday that I wasn’t stressed over something I’d left till the last minute. Nice feeling. 

[margueritezabini]

You obviously weren't stressing over your hair this morning either, although I will concede the feeling of no homework is very satisfying. 

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||Character Development: Parents||

"Muuuuuum stop fussing" whines a small boy to Marguerite's left, as his mother is wiping something off his face using the sleeve of her jumper. Marguerite raises one eyebrow in contempt and smirks inwardly when she catches an identical expression pasted upon her father's dark face. The Hogwarts Express lets out a dramatic billow of smoke; her mother readjusts her trendy up-do and smooths down the front of lilac silk robes, a beautiful compliment to her caramel coloured skin.

Marguerite fiddles with the leather strap of her luggage as an awkward silence descends, she has a lot in common with her parents and she knows that she makes them proud by following their example but they just don't have anything to talk about. "Well, goodbye darling, have a lovely year" her mother says, still with a lingering french accent, and extends a hand toward Marguerite who shakes it delicately (like she's been taught). "Goodbye Mother" and then inclines her head toward her Father "Father." Sidestepping a crying muggle-born with her trendy luggage floating behind her; she doesn't even glance back at her parents as she board the train. She doesn't need to. 

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