Narcissa looked around her room, walking over to her bed and sitting down on it. "Sixteen," she said, smiling at Thor. "I'm the same age as Evan. He didn't tell you that?"
She bent down, pulling her box of romance novels from under her bed and putting it down beside her. "I know my room's a bit... pink, but I'm the baby of the family." Narcissa shrugged. "Nobody sees me as my age. Even my aunts and uncles all act like I'm still ten."
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