Samira Shafiq

Former housemates

- Bellatrix Lestrange

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The poor girl she hurt in fifth year

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Another person she probably bullied at Hogwarts for crossing her

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Absolutely head over heels for her

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Lust not love

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Daily Prophet People

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The social circle

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Who her parents would have her betrothed to

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Who she’d rather be betrothed to, but would rather let them suffer over her

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Somebody willing to help her publish her special “no betrothal article”

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That person from way back when, the almost if she ever cared enough for them really

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Samira enjoys watching them squirm a bit 

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“It’s ghastly to think I should just be for marriage.”

Samira Shafiq said from a rather young age, a little too well spoken for someone of ten years old.

But she made sure all the options were open, it would just as wrong not to. They thought of people like clothes and accessories sometimes. Beautiful charms that would enhance her. After all, if she was the one with “the right look” as she was often told, then why shouldn’t their surroundings suit that?

It didn’t matter where she went or whom she spoke to. At first glance from the little beauty’s mannerisms to speech patterns, one seemed to assume they were daft almost. Just a vapid child who loved shiny things.

But that was never the case.

Samira spent her time thinking, planning, coordinating all of the things that were important to her. Yes, attention was always at the top of the list. Not that it needed to be, attention seemed to find her. But so was their interest in thought processes, the cerebral, and what she could accomplish by convincing others.

It was easy enough to hide from her parents, they dressed her in silk and lace and admired her face. Samira could exude positive energy when she wanted, it was good for getting any material object their heart desired. However, seeking anything more meant she was left to her own vices.

At Hogwarts, they became enveloped in a sea of school activities, leading theirr own clique. If a rule got in the way of her fun, they did not so much disregard it, but rather find the loveliest loophole.

That was a new ability she learned. Apparently, being able to just talk circles around others usually got you what you wanted. Samira wasn’t afraid to abuse the the technique as it was needed.

Post Hogwarts, Samira Shafiq could have been the talk of the whole community with her accomplishments. Fashionable, well-spoken, wonderfully charming. And it was not an act. No, Samira truly was graced with those charms. They liked society very much.

Of course, things could get quite boring. So without much hesitation Samira put her techniques with words to use. The Daily Prophet needed a Travel Section, and Samira just got the most delicious idea.

Samira Shafiq, Daily Prophet Journalist for all things Magical Travel and Unique Experiences.

(part time to handle her social schedule of course)

Of course it was a perfectly smug excuse to travel wherever she wanted at a moments notice. And the pictures they took to include with her articles were more than flattering.

But she was not to be trifled with. This was someone who knew what she was saying and why she was saying it. Things were not allowed to threaten her. For she’d crush them in the most devious ways first.

That horrible time when Samira was accused of cheating on a Charms exams by a member of their fifth year class? Why the poor girl’s eyes were never really the same again were they?

It’s no different now. Samira will come to work when she pleases, and you will be happy when she is there and have a desk ready for her in the process. The stories Samira is willing to share are worth it, they’ll make you believe it. 

From her ventures in journalism, traveling, and the likes...they seem to have accumulated their own wealth on top of an inheritance. Of course, she’ll play under her parents thumb for now - They don’t need to know about her biggest article yet “Why I Won’t Accept a Betrothal” A freelance piece she intends to release on her own soon...

But otherwise, Samira puts their money where their mouth is, supporting campaigns and platforms that will protect the lifestyle she’s accustomed to.

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Patronus: Rottweiler

Wand: Black Walnut wood with a unicorn hair core, 10 and hard flexibility

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Smells Like:

Lavendar, lemons, pears

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Looks like:

Perfectly tailored dresses, expensive sunglasses thrown carelessly, suspiciously voluminous and shiny hair,  owning multiple homes on several islands, perfectly angled photographs, a heeled shoe tripping you in the hallway, manicured nails rapidly pressed to a typewriter, newspapers fresh from the printing press, ideas too well-formed too quickly,

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Sounds like:

Playlist tba

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Life and Relationships at a glance:

“You want to be her, don’t you?”

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Family:

Mother: Sara Shafiq

Father: Ramin Shafiq

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Speaks:

Perfectly posh,

Smooth when she is calm and demandingly shrill when she wants your attention,

English, Farsi, French, Greek, Italian, Russian, German, Swahili, Arabic, and Spanish

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Facts:

Samira does not outwardly tell you her political leanings. She’d rather have you guess.

Pansexual? Bisexual? Homosexual? You figure it out, they probably think you are below them anyway. But watching you squirm over them can be quite fun.

She does not purposefully act dumb, but her loud voice and demands can come across as such. It’s not an act so perhaps adjust your expectations of people, because she is quite comfortable with herself