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bcllatricks.

in the dark common room, bellatrix had been nuzzled up on a couch, a blanket thrown under her shoulder as she watched the fire in front of her. she hadn’t moved in a while, missed a few classes. it wasn’t a big deal for her. everything had been quiet, until she heard her younger sister fussing. with a groan she stood from the couch, blanket still in place. “sissy what did i tell you?” she rolls her eyes, “get in fights with men at your own expense, not mine,” her dark eyes fall on the boy spouting nonsense. “speak to my sister again and i’ll make your eyeballs disappear,” she hissed, watching the boy slink away.

—- she heard bellatrix’s voice, and immediately withdrew her own. she stayed SILENT whilst being chastised. she stayed SILENT while the boy was threatened. and she stayed SILENT until he’d s c a t t e r e d off.

“i wish you’d done it, you know. ——— for a moment, anyways.”

she confessed, watching his back as he exited the room idly. “robbed him of something important,” the way he’d try to rob her of her dignity in a few syllables. narcissa stalked around her sister and took the closest spot to the fire, which happened to be where the eldest black had been previously sat. “i’d rather not fight with filth like that at all. at your OR my expense. or look at them, or speak to them, or hear them, for that matter. i’d really rather n o t h i n g them.” her hands snaked out to linger as close to the flames as her fingers could get without being burned.

“aren’t you meant to be in class?”

#( bcllatricks. )#ur url a ++++#I CRY MY BABIES #( bellatrixchat. )

wildcardcarrow.

What was the boys name? Amycus never took much interest in those who did not belong to his own circle of friends and this boy right here was about the last person Amycus would ever hang about with. Dirty and greasy with a sense of authority that clearly was not earned, the boy believed he had a right to shout vulgarity at a pureblood witch and that irked Amycus. Not even because she was pureblood and that meant she deserved respect, the way men catcalled women was something of a pet peeve of his and he’d spent years hexing anyone who dared attempt the same with his sister. So when Narcissa showed her disgust at the boy, something within Amycus snapped and before he could stop himself he was at the boy’s back, wand stuck between a pair of very pointy shoulder blades. “Apologise to the girl.” he said quietly, with a tone that almost sounded bored.

—- narcissa found it difficult not to harbour a LITTLE hate, even for the boys that existed within her realm of acceptable. she couldn’t recall it’s beginnings, but it had ate away at her patience for as long as she could remember. males in general underwhelmed and d i s g u s t e d her. they were loud and rude and they sucked all the air out of a room until she felt she couldn’t breathe. maybe that’s what it was. maybe being an incidental had flowered the cancerous disdain. ——— just a girl in THEIR world. just a daughter to a MAN. just a future wife to a HUSBAND. just an eventual mother to an HEIR. just a witch in WIZARDING society.

NARCISSA WAS SO MUCH MORE.

alas, none of these ever present objections to boys would e v e r make it to the surface. instead, she played her part and swallowed the anger like bile back down her throat. bellatrix was a little too much, andromeda a little too little, and narcissa? she was EXACTLY what she was taught to be. cold, pretty to look at, uninvolved in childishness, and most of all? the supporting act to any man respected in her society’s s t a r r i n g role. she shot a glance at amycus. “better do what my friend asks, hm? i’ve seen the mess he makes of things like you,” narcissa drawled, an expression of caustic exasperation shaping her features. “it’s not pretty.” but she would not, she would NOT, allow filth to turn her into an object.

#this got long sry but HOMEGIRL IS SO LOWKEY BURNING ALL THE TIMe #don't feel the need to match at all!!! it's just rambling lbr #( wildcardcarrow. )#( amycuschat. )

huffpuffdaisy.

“Woah woah woah! Everyone just needs to calm down.” Daisy stepped in between the two. “You apologise for what you said, and don’t call anyone that again or next time I’ll just let them hex you. And I think you need to go calm down before you do something you’ll regret.”

—- she s t a r e d at the older girl like she was a bad smell someone had just shoved under her nose. “sorry, WHAT? the day i want advice from a hufflepuff, check me into the hospital wing because something would be very, VERY, wrong. i AM calm, i haven’t t h r o t t l e d anyone yet, have i?”

#( huffpuffdaisy. )#( daisychat. )#poor daisy she deserves nicer than narcissa's lil bratty ass

cathyjpg.

It wasn’t like Cathy to go around and stand up for people, but her temper was quick and the comment was quite vulgar. Before she knew it, she’d whipped around incredulously, her wand pulled to the boy’s chest. She exhaled angrily and shook her head after Narcissa spoke. No need for words after her quick retort, and the boy seemed terrified enough. She dropped her wand and glanced between the scared-stiffless kid and Narcissa, her cheeks redenning. So the wand was a bit much, oh well.

—- narcissa watched the girl, rather gobsmacked, as she took her wand to the boy. near immediately after, he’d scuttled off and away from the two of them. “i... ——— thank you?” she tried out, hesitantly, at a momentary loss for words. “future reference, i’m perfectly fine handling myself. the boys here aren’t all that intimidating, r e a l l y. just vulgar.”

#( cathyjpg. )#( cathychat. )#bless her pls

snvkebiteheart.

“—— okay, not yours. whatever, then. best we leave filthy things as such to where they belong.. tramped upon on the dirty grounds, right?”

—- “best we do that.” narcissa stepped over it, closer toward the other girl. “how is the holiday season treating you, hm?”

#( snvkebiteheart. )#( cassandrachat. )#this reply is... horrid i'm sry put me in the trash where i belong

ohemmeline.

“No need to be intolerable,” Emmeline snapped. She looks around the dark corridors. The Dungeons were by far the least welcoming area of the whole school, it was no wonder the entirety of Slytherin was the was the way they were. “It better not be Peeves with another egg show. But are you headed back to the Common Room?”

—- “you’re NOT going to cry, are you?” narcissa, reluctantly, marked her spot in the novel and rose to a stand. “i suppose i am now, aren’t i? salazar, emmeline. there’s nothing lurking in the shadows, it likely just was peeves. don’t most people leave behind their ‘ monsters - under - the - bed ’ phase when they’re children?”

#( ohemmeline. )#( emmelinechat. )#u act like a grumpy shit narcissa but u also wouldn't let a scared house mate walk back alone i see u

—- “EXCUSE ME,” narcissa turned back on her heel. she was tired, all she wanted was the silence of her dorm. but the VULGAR comment uttered by an idiot boy d e p r i v e d her of that, an anger bubbling at the back of her throat that prevented her ability to walk away. “sorry, does your brain happen to be leaking? refrain from e v e r refering to me as THAT again.”

#in which narcissa is a giant grumpy BABY who lashes out when she doesn't get her nap!!!!#the1977start #doesn't have 2 be ur child she's yelling at :-))

alisteravery.

“yeah, piss off.”

—- “just get out of my seat, alister. or at the very least, move over, for SALAZAR’S sake.”

#( alisteravery. )#( averychat. )#hope this is ok!!!!

snvkebiteheart.

“Hey…” The Ravenclaw stopped for a moment as she looked towards the other. “ –You dropped something.”

—- narcissa blinked, blankly, at her for a moment. an eyebrow cocked, she asked, “——— i did?” she glanced at the floor beneath her feet, “... that’s NOT mine.”

#*whispers* if it's not cassandra's... and it's not narcissa's..... whOSE IS IT #( snvkebiteheart. )#( cassandrachat. )

ohemmeline.

Emmeline froze, her hand tightened around her sleeve. She was used to hearing noises in the dungeons, but that had been particularly loud. The person standing next to her seemed to have noticed the bang as well.

“You caught that, right?”

—- narcissa instantly regretted her inability to resist glancing up, ( consequent of the sudden noise, ) from the novel held between her fingers. she would have been p e r f e c t l y pleased to return, undisturbed, to reading. until the voice sounded out. “——— what, the UNMISSABLE, ridiculously l o u d bang? no, emmeline. i didn’t catch that at all.”