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Mafalda Prewett Samples
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001/ANYTIME Blue. Black. Red. Voilet, maybe? Who knew. Mafalda could only do so much when it came to choosing the proper attire for her newest event... her biggest event. She'd never had so many problems when Nan had been alive. That woman had style coming out of her ears until the day they placed her in that dark monument where Pops lay. She had gone with Mafalda for every wardrobe choice from the moment Mafalda had entered Hogwarts. It seemed that Maffie was more and more lost with each passing year. She wasn't raised in this world. She knew muggle style. She knew muggle fashion. She couldn't grasp the Wizarding equivalent no matter how hard she tried. The professional dress-maker and robe-designer was still waiting for heer choice, however.

Waving her hand at the fabrics, Mafalda slid forward in her chair and reached for her wine. "The colors of the decorations will be forest green and royal blues. Find me something that won't clash with them. Whatever it is, I'll trust your judgment. Nan did, so I might as well." The woman was a pureblood, two generations back at least. The rest of her records were lost. But she was pure enough for Mafalda. "That'll be all, then. Be sure to get them to me for fittings at least three weeks before the ball. I'll need to be sure of the choices, you know." And then Maffie gave another dismissive gesture with her hands. The witch-seamstress waved her wand and gathered her things, packing them away, then headed to the door. She left by way of house-elf and then disapparated once outside the gates.

Sighing, Maffie pulled her wand from her boot. She smoothed her fingers over the birch, examining it for the millionth time. She had been afraid, when chosen, that her wand's core would give away her secret. Centaur hair. Half wizard, half horse. Half wizard, like herself. Why that wand chose her wasn't a mystery. And Mafalda hated it. But the wand served her well. She loved the power it gave her. She loved power in any form, but she was smart enough to temper it with her intelligence. "Merlin forbid they find out," she whispered to no one. To herself. Perhaps to her snowy owl, Jareth. "They'll eat me alive."


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001/ANYTIME [private] What do they expect of me? I mean, really. These distant relatives are absolutely determined to have me kicked out of the family. And why? Because I didn't finish my NEWTs. I could, anyone who's ever known me knows that I could. I had the highest marks in my year. But what's the point? I don't need to work. The Prewett inheritance left to me is enough to at least sustain me for the rest of my life. But that's it. So I don't know why they're making a fuss. Nan and Pops weren't going to give the money to them anyway. They supported the wrong side of the war. Or remained anonymous to keep themselves safe. Nan called them traitors anyway. But I was their perfect angel and they gave it all to me... what was left anyway. I won't be bullied by some no-name purist wanna-bes! They should have married better. I won't make that mistake.

In other news, I have nearly all the plans for my latest gala completed. I'm just down to the guest list. I'm still debating. I don't know if I'm high enough on the social chain to pull off what I've been looking forward to my whole life. I want to invite them all. Everyone. Even those purebloods who are older than I am. The Malfoys, for instance. Parkinson. People like them. The ones I admired when I was in school. The Vaiseys. Those who could up my social status just by attending. I need to get in better circles. Everyone I know is attending their final year. If I don't widen my circles I'll never get out of this dank place that I'm stuck in. I guess you never know until you try. I'm off to finalize the invitations I suppose.