Before I died, things were going splendidly. I was the youngest in a long line of pureblood Malfoys and was adored by my grandfather Draco due to our similarities. Though my parents disagreed, grandfather always made it known that I could do no wrong. I was a 7th year Slytherin at Hogwarts and Quidditch Chaser for the Slytherin team. Soon I would finally graduate and be able to have a job! I knew exactly what I was going to do, too. I would be a guard in Azkaban. A tough job for a girl, but I wasn't just any girl, I was Hexie Malfoy, unofficial leader of the Seventh Year Slytherins or SYS (which was admittedly a small crowd, but still, I led them with stride). I had a fascination with dark wizards and Azkaban held the darkest. All of that potential and luck went down the drain on a day that I decided bad weather was a poor excuse to not practice Quidditch and led my teammates out to the pitch. The rain hadn't began yet, but the sky was gray and thunder could be heard all around. A teammate, Horace Crabbe shouted that I was insane for making us practice in the weather, but I simply laughed. I knew what I was doing. I soared high over the Quidditch pitch when out of nowhere, lightning struck my broom, shocking me intensely and causing me to leap off my broom and begin my descend to the ground. My teammates noticed and raced to grab me from the fall, but they were too late, and the impact of hitting the ground was fatal. Don't worry about me, though, I'm not too upset. I still walk the halls of Hogwarts, just as a ghost. I sit with the Slytherins at meals in the Great Hall and lounge around in the common room at night, reading books such as Greatest Dark Wizards of All Time and Escaping from Azkaban. If you see me around, strike up a conversation! I'll try not to spook you too much ;)
PS- Do not befriend my sister Jinx, she is not a proper Slytherin. She's... kindhearted. Eww.