narcissist
She ran her fingers through her hair. It was stiff and brittle. She looked in the mirror. Too light for her complexion. She had to look away fro her reflection. Because it wasn't her. The things she had done for him.
It was all wrong. All wrong. No aspect of the dance she so carefully choreographed fulfilled her in any way. She was about to give up when she met the one aspect she was missing: a partner.
I took a deep breath. I closed my eyes. I took several more deep breaths. I opened my eyes. I still wasn't ready. Then, I shut my eyes again and thought. I remembered all of my family and friends back home and the people I hadn't even met who depended on me. I opened my eyes and stood up. I was ready now.
I picked it up--the wand--in my hand. It felt light. Lighter than something that extraordinary would be expected to feel. I thought for a few moments, then I put it to the paper, letting the words, like magic, flow from the tip.
I picked up my wand and clutched it to my chest, breathing heavily. I could hear them turning things over in the room behind me as I cowered behind the door. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and slowly stoop up, facing them.
Up on a wire, looking down at the city. Revolving slowly, seeing them scurry. I frown. Not sure I would want to get down, even if I knew how.
Dance, dance. Do as you're told. Pull this, give that slack, now you're dancing the way they want.
There is no real way to prepare to be tested. All you can really do is stuff your head with anything that could possibly be considered useful and face the thing with your head held high. That's not very soothing. People love to be prepared.