Open to anyone who wants to fight with/pick on/actually get along with Narcissa

Narcissa sat along the bank of the lake watching the Giant Squid lazily bask itself in a patch of sunlight.  Tests were finally over and it was only a few days until students were dismissed, and Narcissa, for one, was enjoying the bit of downtime.  She began to run her meticulously manicured fingers through her long, golden locks, priding herself on their soft and silky texture.  She eventually quit, too much of touching it would inevitably make her glorious mane greasy, and looked out upon the glassy surface of the water when she heard the sound of footsteps behind her. 

She heaved a heavy, overdramatic sigh, and said, "So, who is it this time?" in a mildy annoyed tone, but not so much so that she might offend one of the few people whom she actually deemed worthy of her time.