light me up.

They're burning all the witches, even if you aren't one. NARCISSA BLACK ;; shit disturber extraordinaire. If a man talks shit, then I owe him nothing-I don't regret it one bit, 'cause he had it coming.

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emmcvance​:

they were trained for crises, years of practice - every day a new problem and yet that feeling of initial terror never faded. she was moving quick through the crowd, clambering over the first step to get to the stands, she needed a visual –

wand directed at the hazy cloud of smoke, “deletrius” – clearing up what confirmed to be her fear of clustered crowds, people were scrambling to get out and from what she could tell - no one was apparating  – fuck. 

eyes widening in horror as she saw the rogue bludger coming their way, “oi – get down” yelling as she tackled them to the ground without a second thought – “are you alright?” breathing heavily as she rolled off of them, relieved to see that the bludger wasn’t back with a vengeance.

@beforedawnstarters​ 

they hadn’t even seen the bludger come their way until it was almost too late, if it hadn’t been for the person before them it would have gone to their face. she had laid on the ground for a moment processing what had happened before getting up. “thanks.” she said, half-heartedly before assessing the situation. what the hell was happening? “i think i’m okay? just a lot of smoke.” she couldn’t see much of anything right now with the crowds of people swarming the arena. it was too much, but it looked liked there was not much they could do about that now. “are you alright?”

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arcturus-regulus​:

who: @cissablvck​ where: quidditch stands

“No, so, yes, I think you should leave.” Reg was thinking fast, trying to come up with anything to say to Cissa other than ‘like hell am I leaving right when the fun starts’. “And go back to Howlor Hall, right? To check if they’re there. And I’ll look for people here, yeah? We’d cover twice the ground.”

“fuck that i’m leaving you,” regulus was the only one that she had known here and wasn’t leaving without him here. “we either go together or not at all,” she says giving him a stern look, holding a hand on his arm. “come on,” she’s trying to push him past the crowd of people, “i think i got a concussion from the impact but that’s beside the point”

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@beforedawnstarters​ / quidditch pitch

she had consumed so much smoke you would have thought they were smoking a chimney worth—but she had worried where on earth were her sisters, they were trying to find their sisters but weren’t doing very well in that area through a crowd of people. everything had been locked down now and it was impossible trying to find a way out that they had relocated to back on the pitch. “are you alright?” 

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aciiers​:

     𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑡ℎ  𝑖𝑠 ,    ℎ𝑒       forgets  how   nice   spending  time  with  narcissa  is .   how  much  of  a    palette  cleanser    it  can  be .    as  much  as  he  instinctively   reaches  for  andromeda ,    he  knows  she's  not   that   far  off  from  the   tree .    she's  simply  more   outrageous ,    less   hateful .   he  gives  a  grin  at  cissa's   conclusion   from  his  words .    ❛    ha !   that   it   is ,    little  cousin .   i'll  outdo  you  a   mile ,   of  course ,    but   half   the  fun  is   trying .  ❜       he  hums  appreciatively .     ❛     count  on  the   elves   for  that .    kreacher  fucking   hates   me  but  will  still   get   me  something  if  i  ask , ❜       a  particular  memory  of  burnt  hangover  pancakes  comes  to  mind .    ❛     terribly ,    i  should  add .    but  he’ll   do   it .  ❜       sirius  brings  his   hands   together  to  listen  to  her  rant  on ,   slightly   amused   that  it’s  even  a  question .   ❛     for  the  looks  of  it ,   my  dearest  cissa .    a   collection   to  show  off  to   other   pureblooded  families .   you  know , ❜      his  grin  goes  a  little   wolfish  when  he  says :       ❛     like   us .  ❜      and  proceeds  to  take  another   swig   of  his  bottle  at   that  .    it  reminds  him  of  the   ball ,    of  his  cousins   coming  around   year  after  year   to  show  off  for  the  rest  of  them ,   like  every   inch   of  their  beings  are  dependent  on   nothing   but  familial   reputation .    and  they're  all   betrothed   now ,   too .    how   nice .    sirius  wonders  how  much   planning  and  thought  went  over   each   of  them ,    rather  than   emotion .    but   he's   not  one  to   talk .   so  he   doesn’t .   instead ,   he  wraps  a  hand  around  his  cousin's   shoulders ,   bringing  her  in  and   pointing   to  the  drinks  table .      ❛     now ,    how  about  that   challenge   you  mentioned ? ❜

narcissa wasn’t nearly as intense as her sisters, she had no political agenda—she just wanted her family around her all the time, always clinging onto some kind of nostalgia that she would never get back when all of the cousins would come together and just play, maybe naively ignoring the world around them because they were the house of black and they were unstoppable, they could be anything that they wanted to be. but power and greed often got in the way, cissa wasn’t blind to the fact of who her family members were—she thinks quickly of rodolphus, he had the kind of power that those could only hope for—and her sister, bellatrix, who knew how to command a room once she walked in it—andie was already on her way to the top—regulus was already training to be a healer even at his young age—which had just left sirius and narcissa, together, on this couch, trying so desperately to grasp these little moments as they could before they were forced to live in the world they had grown up in. both were betrothed now and it was just the tip of that very fragile iceberg. she wanted to scream from it sometimes. “you sound very confident,” they says, tilting their head to look at their cousin with a smirk. “but you also don’t know what the slytherin common room gets up to.” she says with a small laugh shaking her head, cissa might be small but she had an iron stomach and did a lot of things her mother would certainly not be proud of. “i’m happy to humour you though.” she pats his cheek now, using wandless magic to grab one of the bottles off of the table and bringing it towards her, it flies by a group of people and she tilts her head back to take a big swig. 

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playbcy​:

                       he   gave   their   hand   a   squeeze,   sensing   the   uneasiness   about   the   crowds   of   people   even   he   didn’t   know   swarming   and   infesting   her   childhood   home.   ❝   as   a   matter   of   fact,   i   am   the   man   with   a   plan,   ❞   he   grins   as   he   has   to   tilt   his   gaze   down   to   match   with   theirs.   ❝   the   first   thing   involves   this,   actually,   ❞   rikard   motioned   to   the   cake   that   still   laid   untouched   —   due   to   a   very   helpful   spell   —   that   read   ❛   happy   birthday,   narcissa   !   ❜   in   purple   frosting.   it   wasn’t   his   best   creation,   and   he   certainly   had   a   lot   of   help   from   winky   in   it’s   baking,   especially   since   narcissa’s   birthday   crept   up   on   him   incredibly   fast.   ❝   it’s   supposed   to   be   chocolate,   not   sure   if   you   like   that,   ❞   he   shrugged   as   he   whipped   his   wand   out   for   the   candles   to   light   themselves   on   the   cake.   ❝   now   before   i   get   everyone   to   sing,   they   need   to   be   able   to   see   who   they’re   singing   to,   don’t   you   agree   ?   ❞   rikard   grinned   as   he   bent   his   knees,   motioning   to   narcissa   to   sit   on   his   shoulders   and   be   above   the   crowds.

birthdays were always a weird day for her. she didn’t know how to act with them. most of the time, she tried to keep herself busy elsewhere that wasn’t home or around friends but that wasn’t an exact pleasure she had to do being a black, parties were everything, though this one, she had done unplanned without the help of her parents, though that would all wait until tomorrow with the family party. she had just wanted one thing that was selfishly for her and only her, though that, too, seemed to backfire as she looked out at the crowd only being able to name a few of the people here. it shouldn’t have surprised her, this place and house that she grown up in had held many special events here, to some they’d kill to be where they were but she didn’t feel anything about it at all. she squinted at him for a moment, “what is it exactly?” she was doubtful, not knowing exactly how to act around him but at best trying to make the most of it. they had peaked their head at what he was gesturing before she smiled, letting out a small sigh as they walked up to it and looking down at the cake knowing fully well of the elves tiny little touches. “it’s purple,” she says, he probably didn’t know that was her favourite colour but it still made her smile, warmed something inside of her that she didn’t know she could feel to anyone other than one person. she looked up at him now and when he started to bend his knees she looked alarmed. “oh no,” she thinks about backing away before the crowd starts moving again and then she thinks, fuck it, and climbs on his back, thankful for once that she was as small as she is. “if you drop me i will kill you.” she warns, her grin wide as she wraps her arms around him. it was attention that they didn’t know how to deal with, but she wasn’t going to argue with it, secretly liking the feeling of being noticed in a crowded room. 

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mclfoyss​:

                    ❝      you   just   care   so   much   cissa   ,      there’s   nothing   embarrassing   about   that   at   all   .      really   its   enviable      ❞            because   what   did   he   have   that   he   cared   about   even   a   fraction   of   the   amount   that   she   cared   about   every   little   thing   .      he   could   only   think   of   two   things   and   he   was   the   one   who   had   something   to   be   embarrassed   about   .      all   he   cared   about   was   quidditch   ,   some   silly   sport      (   oh   how   his   parents   would   react   to   hear   him   think   that   )      and   someone   he   knew   now   didn’t   love   him   .      at   least   not   the   way   he   loved   her   .      but   like   the   lovesick   fool   he’d   so   long   been   ,      he   was   there   for   them   .      sitting   by   her   side   hearing   her   talk   about   kids   she   wanted   ,      kids   they’d   have   with   someone   that   wasn’t   him   ,   and   all   he   could   do   was   smile   through   it   all   .         ❝      draco   ?      i   think   that’s   a   wonderful   name      ❞         draco   malfoy   ,      he   couldn’t   help   the   thought   and   it   was   a   crack   in   his   armour   then   ,      a   hint   of   a   frown   creeping   in   for   just   a   second   .         ❝      it’ll   sound   nice   too   i   think   .      draco   chao   .      will   you   be   letting   his   dad   pick   the   middle   name   then   ?   or   have   you   that   picked   out   already   too   ?      i   could   always   get   you   a   book   of   icelandic   baby   names   ,   i   was   needing   an   idea   for   your   birthday      ❞         a   lie   but   it   brought   the   smile   back   to   him   .      sadder   than   it   had   been   before   ,      but   still   there   .      the   book   would   make   a   much   better   gift   that   what   he   had   planned   ,      it   wouldn’t   do   to   give   a   necklace   that   had   been   in   the   blishen   family   since   they   had   first   started   distilling   firewhisky   to   someone   promised   to   another   .      no   he   could   just   keep   it   as   a   reminder   .      maybe   if   she   had   a   daughter   ,      he   could   see   it   now   —   her   children   calling   him   uncle   lucy   —   he   could   pass   what   should’ve   been   her   mother’s   onto   the   little   girl   .   but   merlin   how   he   wished   those   kids   could’ve   called   him   dad   .

                    a   smile   on   her   lips   ,      and   it   made   it   the   one   on   his   all   the   less   painful   because   it   wasn’t   forced   now   .      lucius   was   always   happy   just   to   see   narcissa   happy   .      it   was   all   he   had   left   now   ,      a   hand   coming   up   with   the   gentlest   of   touches   to   wipe   the   tears   from   her   cheeks   .         ❝      you   know   my   mum   ,      cissy   —      ❞         falling   back   on   that   old   ,      hated   nickname   in   some   silly   hope   of   provoking   a   laugh   .         ❝      —   you   know   how   she’d   act   if   she   knew   i   lied   ,      so   why   shouldn’t   i   tell   the   truth   ?      as   long   as   you’ve   got   me   ,      you’ll   never   be   alone   ,      not   really   .      and   you’ve   got   me   till   the   end   ?      you   know   that   ,      right   ?      and   all   those   kids   you’ve   named   already   ?      they’ve   got   me   too      —      their   fun   ,      bachelor   ,      uncle   lucy      ❞         because   he   could   see   that   now   ,      there   would   be   no   witch   clad   in   white   in   his   future   ,      not   anymore   .   his   family   ,      they   had   marcus   ,      he’d   carry   on   the   name   .   and   as   for   him   ?      as   for   little   lucy   ?   well   he’d   always   been   just   that   ,      the   not   so   little   little   lucy   ,      the   baby   of   the   lot   .   he   knew   he   could   get   his   way   on   this   .         but   with   her   leaning   in   against   his   chest   there   wasn’t   time   to   think   more   on   it   ,   even   as   he   reacted   on   instinct   ,      hands   moving   from   their   face   to   cradle   their   tiny   frame   against   him   .      she   always   seemed   so   fragile   to   him   at   times   as   much   as   she   was   full   of   fire   at   others   ,      but   now   he   couldn’t   seem   to   find   any   of   that   fire   in   her   .      not   as   he   could   feel   how   her   breathing   wasn’t   quite   right   .      and   so   he   let   his   hands   fall   to   their   waist   ,      still   holding   her   tight   against   him   as   he   lifted   them   up   .      just   like   old   times   .   old   times   that   were   really   just   the   other   week   .      lifting   narcissa   up   and   spinning   both   of   them   around   ,      her   up   in   the   air   above   him   .            ❝      you   know   i’ll   still   do   this   when   you’re   married   ?      still   do   it   when   i’m   old   and   grey   .   you’ll   just   have   to   take   it   easy   on   me   when   my   knees   start   to   give   out      ❞         and   he   set   them   back   on   the   ground   ,      not   yet   ready   to   pull   away   .

she did care too much. she cared too much about everything to a point where it hurt. she had always known that she was the sibling that was the afterthought, it’s the unfortunate feeling and being the youngest daughter, the one who didn’t know how to ever deal with her feelings because they were just too much. “it’s a curse,” she says, wiping her eyes with a small laugh, “i hate caring so much.” she hated crying, she hated all the anger and sadness she felt all at once. always the one that was just too much for anyone. she feels a pang in her chest hearing him say the name, it was always written down in her diary with malfoy as the last name, always in the back of her mind. they used to play house all the time as children, swearing that one day they’d get married to each other, because they only ever really saw each other, were so ever involved in each other’s lives. she tries hard not to cringe at him saying the last name chao, she tried hard in general not to think about it because it hurt too much knowing that her future was already picked out for her, one that she didn’t want. “i don’t know,” she admits, rubbing the back of her neck. “might just have to start from scratch with everything.” she doesn’t finish the thought, trying to maybe subtly let him know that it had always meant to be with him. but they were too far past that now. 

when she calls him cissy, she laughs, punching his shoulder but it’s gentle, and in the end she relaxes her hand there anyway, looking at him. “you don’t see yourself getting married?” she asks, though the thought makes her stomach turn from the inside out at the thought of him marrying someone else that wasn’t her. they were just too late, always too late when it came to matters of the heart. cissa had always been too scared to tell him her feelings because she was scared that he would never return them back, that maybe it was because they grew up with each other it was why they couldn’t be together because of expectations. but there’s a way that he’s looking at her that she recognizes because it looks so much like her own. she just stares at him, their face in his hands, the safest place that she’d ever be. she didn’t know what to do with herself now, didn’t know how to hold herself with him properly. she pursues her lips, trying to talk herself out of doing something stupid, but then he grabs her and spins her again and she laughs, shaking her head. “you know it makes me dizzy when you do this.” she says, falling back into him when he puts her down. 

she’s staring at him again, tears still in her eyes, and maybe she could blame it on nerves or some kind of moment of weakness, but she gets up on her tippy toes, her face cupping his like he had done to her before. she wants to say, i wanted it to be you, but she doesn’t. she doesn’t say anything. she just gulps, trying to push the anxiety down as best as she can, she hugs him, holding him close, wishing that she were taller to rest in the crook of his neck, she always had to bring him down to her level when he started to get taller. “i’ll catch you then,” she says, her voice barely above a whisper, and then she starts to lean in, pressing her lips against his once, before deepening it, pulling him down to her level this time. 

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aciiers​:

      𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑡ℎ  𝑖𝑠 ,    ℎ𝑒       is   starting  to  feel   just  a  little   stir - crazy  again .    but  the  admitted   attachment   to  his  younger  family  is  still  entirely  present ,     still   —   and  he  appreciatively   hugs   his  cousin  back  with  a   squeeze .    maybe  it’s  just  that   youthful   energy  ready  to   wash  away   on  her  to  reveal  another   bellatrix ,   but  he’d  raise  bella  to  have  always  been …    like  that ,   personally .     ❛     of   course .    i  won’t  let  a  little   turbulence  get  in  the  way  of  actually   getting   to  celebrate  with  you .  ❜       he  taps  his  nose ,   grinning ,   at  the  comment .     ❛     that’s  the   bonus ,    too .    i’m  sure  your  elves  will   know   what  to  go   lock  up   in  a  cellar  proper   just  in  case .  ❜

she had known that there was tension within the family when it came to sirius, it was one that she didn’t understand, if she were being honest. what was the point of having children if you couldn’t love them for what they were? regardless she had tried to love her cousin all the same, even if she wasn’t particularly supposed to—he was her family. that wouldn’t change. but regardless of all of it there was still a sadness that she couldn’t quite name. she knew that this wasn’t his scene, a big party full of mostly purebloods with big names that were quite frankly, real shit, but their name held a lot of value. she bites down on her lip, enjoying the embrace and taking a deep breath. “that just sounds like an invitation for us to get fucked up together then, yeah?” especially because she had a bloody betrothal hanging over her head that she’d like to forget. “i don’t know why,” she says with a sigh, “i did tell them they could take the night off since it was so last minute, i also don’t know why my parents would even miss the liquor, it’s not like they drink it anyway it’s just sitting there.” when it came to the black sisters, narcissa had always known that she was a little bit different, she was the one that felt too much, the one that was too impulsive, that took things too far like tonight, she wasn’t poised or guarded like her sisters were, and she knew that by the end of the night she might regret not being so. 

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edithxbletchley​:

“I’ll make myself comfortable but you have to open this first.” Edith said, holding out the wrapped present for the youngest Black. She had to admit that when they’d first met, Edi liked Cissy because Georgie liked Cissy, and Edi loved Georgie like a baby sister. Now though, now Edi liked Cissy because Cissy was fun.

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she had grabbed the present from the other, smiling wide. she hadn’t expected gifts. especially from people she didn’t know as well, she was grateful for it, opening up the gift and looking at the contents. it was the kind of kindness that made cissa want to cry, knowing that people had saw something and thought of her. “thank you, edith.” she says with a softer smile, leaning in to give another a hug. “truly.” she looks for one of the house elves and signals for them to come towards her and they’re there in a flash, “please put this in my room for safe keeping.” she smiles down at them before looking back at edith. “i will simply have to return the favour for your birthday.”

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arcturus-regulus​:

Regulus was entirely unsurprised that so many people had shown up, wondering if Cissa had ever actually intended for it to be small. “I’m– well, I was having fun, but now my head’s just spinning. Like that one boat I got dragged onto when we went to that island.”

when people hear black they think of one of two things and none of them were narcissa, but, they come anyway, the name meant a lot even if hers didn’t. she knew that she shouldn’t be surprised by it but she still was when people came up to her and asked what the occasion was. she never told them it was her birthday, she played dumb and shrugged her shoulders before grabbing another drink. “you and me both,” she says with a sigh, throwing her head back and closing her eyes. “you can lean on me if you want.”

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pcdmorcs​:

@cissablvck​

“i really hope someone here got you stilts, because you were harder to find than I expected. this is not stilts, unfortunately, but I do have a puppy on hand if that softens the blow any. either way, happy birthday.”

“it’s never a social event unless someone comments on my height,” she says with a small smile, her eyes brightening at the puppy. “oh my god, it’s adorable.” she reaches out to pet it, rubbing behind the ears knowing that its something most dogs liked. “i’ve never had a pet other than owl’s. always wanted one. thank you for bringing it.”

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g-parkinson​:

“Well,” she said with a smile. It was her dangerous smile. The smile that meant Georgie meant business. It meant one of two things normally. Luckily for her friend, it was the good kind of smile. “I will just have to make it my mission tonight to ensure you have the most fun.” She kissed Cissa’s cheek, keeping her arm around the other woman. “You just name it and I’ll do it.” 

she had looked at her best friend with the same smile, always one to try and match the others energy. she leaned into her for a moment before shaking her head. “you’re too good to me.” and for me, she thinks, the party wasn’t a disaster it was just, she didn’t know who half of these people were. and she couldn’t find her sister or lucius anywhere. “i haven’t told anyone other than my family but, i have a betrothed.” she whispers it, knowing that eventually news would spread fast. “rikard chao.”

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mclfoyss​:

𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤.

location   :      howlor   hall tag   :      @cissablvck​

                     ❝      nineteen   suits   you   cissa   ,      you   look   radiant      ❞

she had hoped that he would come, had been looking for him more than she had been looking at her own betrothed for most of the night. seeing him walk over towards her she had smiled gently before getting up from her seat and wrapping her arms around him in a solid hug. the last time she had saw him she had been crying over what would be lost, even if her feelings for him had always been unrequited, at least he was still her friend. “stop it you,” she said, pulling back. “not bad for a last minute thing, yeah?” granted, there were far too many people here, most she didn’t know but that was okay. “drink with me?”

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playbcy​:

                       ❝   don’t   tell   me   you’re   celebrating   your   birthday   on   the   couch,   ❞   he   scolded   lightly   at   his   brand   new   betrothed.   he   wasn’t   sure   how   much   they   had   to   drink   already,   or   if   maybe   narcissa   was   the   type   to   worry   more   about   hosting   than   having   fun.   either   way,   he   wouldn’t   stand   for   the   lounging.   ❝   alright,   come   on   then,   ❞   he   motioned   his   head   towards   his   outstretched   hand,   waiting   for   narcissa   to   take   it.   she   was   the   one   person   keeping   his   future   aligned,   and   he’d   do   whatever   he’d   have   to   in   order   to   make   their   birthday   the   most   special   one   yet.  

she didn’t know why she was surprised to see rikard, she supposed that the details of their betrothed were still fresh in her mind, so fresh that she was able to block it out until now. she had smiled up at him politely and watched as his hand outstretched towards her, she had looked over towards her, not really knowing the people on the couch before nodding her head, she kept their hands locked together, supposing that this was something she would have to be used to now, before looking around. “well, i’m guess you’re the man with the plan?” she tilts her head towards him. “what’s next?”

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@andrcmedcs​​

everything had gotten out of hand. she didn’t know where half of her friends went, the other half she didn’t even know. it was late now, a bottle of wine in her hands as she sat down on one of the steps outside to grab a smoke and to try and keep it together otherwise she would be reminded of what was about to happen in her upcoming future and cry. alcohol and being a person that thought too deeply about everything doesn’t mix well. she had seen rikard once, and the one time that she did see him he was talking to someone else, and she couldn’t even find lucius but she knew that was probably for the better. she doesn’t even realize there’s a tear rolling down her cheek until it hits the top of her hand. “oh fuck,” she says, wiping her eyes, feeling like the world was spinning a little too fast for her taste. maybe if she went to her room no one would notice. 

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mcggleborns​:

     it  would  have  been  probably  wiser  for  him  to  have  stayed  home  with  his  parents  ,  especially  when  he  begins  to  distinguish  the  many  recognizable  faces  in  the  crowd .  but  he  also  never  had  been  the  person  to  pass  an  opportunity  like  this , even  with  all  of  the  complicated  ties  related  to  the  damn  black  family .    ❝  oh  ,  believe  me  .  i  have  already  found  the  drinks  ,  narcissa . ❞   after  all ,  ted  had  just  discarded  his  cup  to  the  side  but  if  he  was  going  to  keep  up  with  the  honoree ,  he’d have  to  drink  ten  more .  ❝ poor  elves  will  have  to  work  themselves  to  the  ground  before  your  parents  make  it  home  .  how  else  will  you  be  able to  explain  hosting  so  many  people  ?   ❞

she hadn’t expected to see ted here, though she was grateful for his appearance anyway, even if it wasn’t for her exactly—she was still glad that he was here. “i tried giving the elves the day off, promising i’d do everything for myself but they refused,” she had been trying to do a shot with them for the past hour. she shakes her head. “i hope you’re having fun regardless,” she spoke loud enough now over the crowds of people. “it was meant to be a couple people but,” she shakes her head with a smile at the amount of people that were currently taking up the hall. “oh well, i guess.”

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aciiers​:

    𝑠𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑢𝑠  𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑠  𝑡ℎ𝑒       round  of  the  sofa ,   hopping   down  into  it  with  a  strategic   jump   while  he’s  still  sober  enough  to   coordinate   it .      ❛     where  do  you  think  i’ve  just  been   kicked  out   of ?  ❜       sirius  flops  down  on  the  cushions  next  to  narcissa ,    not  caring  for  the  friend  he’s   squishing   on  the  other  side  of  his  cousin .   he  lifts  an  elbow  over  the   back   to  face  them  better .      ❛     gang  of   family  friends   over  there .    i  think  i  managed  to   down   more  than  enough  before  they   spotted   me .   so ,    you  get  the  benefit  of  watching  me   slowly   fade  off  for  the  next   ten   minutes .   happy  birthday  !   ❜

she didn’t think sirius would attend, but she was happy that he did, even if all of this wasn’t particularly his thing, they were still glad that he showed up anyway. it was rare having all the cousins in one room, family dinner was getting shorter and shorter nowadays even if narcissa understood why. “i respect it.” she said with a small smile, still enveloping him in a hug. “thanks for coming anyway si,” she gave him a kiss on the cheek. “make due with all the free booze, half of it is my parent’s. might as well, yeah?” 

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incaendiivm​:

she wasn’t expecting cissa to grab the flowers but divulged them with ease, laughing slightly at her eagerness and blushing even at the little kiss. she hugged her friend back and returned with a drink in each hand. “there are a lot of people here, do you even know them all?” it was clear this party had gotten away from cissa but as long as she was having fun it didn’t matter much. “i’m just here to — celebrate!” and she was, but also to forget. 

if cissa were being honest, she didn’t know half of the people here, and normally that would bother her but she was too drunk to pay attention to all that—she was just happy anyone showed up at all. she looked around at the lot of people before she shrugged. “it doesn’t matter, i guess.” her birthday was never a big celebration to begin with as she was the youngest. “i’m glad,” she said with a bright smile. she reaches for more champagne to fill up with both of their glasses. “here’s to you celebrating.”