third-person sample.
Narcissa stared into the water, standing at the edge of the Black Lake at midnight. This was just the way she liked it. No one else was around, or so she thought. This was her time to stay without judgment, her time to herself where no one was watching her to see what she would do. This was her time to be Narcissa Black, not Narcissa the Hufflepuff or Narcissa the Wannabe Slytherin. Titles didn't matter right now. She was just Narcissa. She shivered to herself as she felt Polexia wrap her long, slender tail around Narcissa's ankles.
On a whim, Narcissa put both hands on either side of her shirt, pulling it up and over her head, followed quickly by her skirt and her underthings. Naked in the moonlight, she took a few steps back, rocked back on her heels, and made a running start for the Black Lake, diving into the depths with nothing on. She heard that there may have been a Squid somewhere in these waters, but she didn't think that this evil would disturb her this late at night if she left it alone.
Treading water on instinct, Narcissa floated in the water, staring at the moon that never judged her at night, the moon that disappeared in the gloominess of day. Narcissa stayed and watched the moon until she couldn't tread water anymore, never noticing the cold eyes that watched her from behind the tree that certainly did not belong to her cat.
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