0721: The Mission to Nowhere - Chloe Rae Malfoy
Lindsay Lohan surprisingly sucks less than I would have anticipated. She actually sounds like a real person who's trying to sing, unlike a number of other individuals who sound more and more sythetic as years go by. I guess silicone does that to you.
TITLE: The Mission to Nowhere
PERPETRATOR: RoxieHart493
SUE-O-METER:
(toxic)
FULL NAME: Chloe Rae Malfoy
SPECIES: human/squib
HAIR: not described - I'm guessing blonde
EYES: not desribed
MARKINGS: not described
POSESSIONS: none mentioned
ORIGIN: Draco's twin sister, put up for adoption at the age of three because she was a squib.
CONNECTIONS TO CANON: See above.
SPECIAL ABILITIES: none mentioned.
NOTES: This is the author's second fanfic, so please don't flame her! Sadly, she doesn't say what happened to the first one, but if it was anything like this, I think I can guess.
SAMPLE:
“Hey mum, who’s this girl?” a blonde teenage boy asks as he looks at a photo album. Narcissa walks over to her son. “Draco give that here,” she said looking at the picture. He hands her the picture and once again says, “Who is she? She’s seems to be in a lot of pictures with me up until I was 3.” Narcissa walks out of the study trying to find her husband. “Lucius.” “Yes dear,” he says coming out of his dungeons. “Draco found some pictures of him and Chloe, he wants to know who she is. What should I tell him?” “Tell him the truth dear.” “Draco come here sweetie,” his mother calls from the hallway. Draco gets up and goes out into the hallway.
“Yeah mum, what is it.” “Draco, you, your father, and I need to talk,” she said taking them into the family room. Lucius and Narcissa sit on a green love seat and Draco sits in a green chair across from them. Narcissa sets the picture on the coffee table between the love seat and the chair. “Draco,” Narcissa says before taking a deep breath, “this is Chloe Rae,” she pauses for a few seconds and goes back to talking, “Malfoy. She’s your twin sister. You’re older by about 15 seconds.” “What happened to her!” he demanded. “Your father and I decided to put her up for adoption when she was 3.” “Why?” “She’s a squib. So, we put her in a muggle adoption center. We didn’t want anything to happen if Lord Voldemort found out.” “Why didn’t you ever tell me! I can’t believe you two did this to me and her! You made her grow up with bloody muggles.” “It was for her own good.” “Well I’m going to find her. What adoption center did you put her in?” “It was in a small town right outside of London, Narnia.” “What’s the bloody name?” “Calm down. It’s Narnia Adoption Center.”
TITLE: The Mission to Nowhere
PERPETRATOR: RoxieHart493
SUE-O-METER:
(toxic)
FULL NAME: Chloe Rae Malfoy
SPECIES: human/squib
HAIR: not described - I'm guessing blonde
EYES: not desribed
MARKINGS: not described
POSESSIONS: none mentioned
ORIGIN: Draco's twin sister, put up for adoption at the age of three because she was a squib.
CONNECTIONS TO CANON: See above.
SPECIAL ABILITIES: none mentioned.
NOTES: This is the author's second fanfic, so please don't flame her! Sadly, she doesn't say what happened to the first one, but if it was anything like this, I think I can guess.
SAMPLE:
“Hey mum, who’s this girl?” a blonde teenage boy asks as he looks at a photo album. Narcissa walks over to her son. “Draco give that here,” she said looking at the picture. He hands her the picture and once again says, “Who is she? She’s seems to be in a lot of pictures with me up until I was 3.” Narcissa walks out of the study trying to find her husband. “Lucius.” “Yes dear,” he says coming out of his dungeons. “Draco found some pictures of him and Chloe, he wants to know who she is. What should I tell him?” “Tell him the truth dear.” “Draco come here sweetie,” his mother calls from the hallway. Draco gets up and goes out into the hallway.
“Yeah mum, what is it.” “Draco, you, your father, and I need to talk,” she said taking them into the family room. Lucius and Narcissa sit on a green love seat and Draco sits in a green chair across from them. Narcissa sets the picture on the coffee table between the love seat and the chair. “Draco,” Narcissa says before taking a deep breath, “this is Chloe Rae,” she pauses for a few seconds and goes back to talking, “Malfoy. She’s your twin sister. You’re older by about 15 seconds.” “What happened to her!” he demanded. “Your father and I decided to put her up for adoption when she was 3.” “Why?” “She’s a squib. So, we put her in a muggle adoption center. We didn’t want anything to happen if Lord Voldemort found out.” “Why didn’t you ever tell me! I can’t believe you two did this to me and her! You made her grow up with bloody muggles.” “It was for her own good.” “Well I’m going to find her. What adoption center did you put her in?” “It was in a small town right outside of London, Narnia.” “What’s the bloody name?” “Calm down. It’s Narnia Adoption Center.”