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( katie douglas | non-binary | she/they ) — was that NARCISSA BLACK passing through diagon alley? yes, i think so… people around them say they remind them of a creature needing to be tamed, the aftershocks after a storm, the feeling of never being enough, making a scene because you can, holding your sisters tight because they make you feel safe, which i suppose seems to fit that SLYTHERIN. they’re actually pretty OUTSPOKEN, PASSIONATE, and RECKLESS for a TWENTY-TWO year old, but i wonder if it serves them well when working as a DRAGONOLOGIST & RESEARCHER. have you heard that rumor has it that PUREBLOOD is an ASSOCIATE for the DEATH EATERS now ? i wouldn’t have guessed… but this is a conversation we should be having somewhere else.

( BIOGRAPHY & PINTEREST. )

#antem:intro #( about. )#me writing this: you are such peak youngest child energy calm down

@corruptedbartemiscrouch

“i don’t trust you,” they say upon meeting barty, “let’s make that very clear,” cissa was the youngest and the least one with power unlike her siblings and in laws but she was still somewhat regarded as someone to be respected which she hoped would reach within this meeting with barty. “but if georgie trust you that just means i have my eyes on you more.” she gives him a sweet smile before picking up her mug of tea.

#( c: barty. )

g-parkinson:

“It’s never too early for wine. Some types of wine, yes. But never wine in general.” She’d be lying if she said she hadn’t drunk herself to sleep every night since she found out. Thank Merlin she always kept several bottles of hangover potion around. She wasn’t sure she would have made it the last few days without it. Georgie grabbed the bottle of wine before joining Narcissa on the couch. Might as well tell them now. “A lot has happened.” She took a few big sips of her wine and refilled her glass before speaking again. “My father signed a betrothal for me. Barty Crouch Junior.” Another sip. Another typical flux of emotions.

“Father didn’t even tell me he was doing it. I only found out because Barty told me. His mother wrote me a letter welcoming me to the family. And he showed up on the painting.” She motioned over to the family tree painting of her mother’s. “I got a letter from Father telling me if I didn’t do this I’d regret it. My brother has looked at it and isn’t sure I can get out of it. He’s not that bad though. Barty, I mean. He said he doesn’t want to control me which is already a win in my book.” She looked over at Cissa. “So I’ve just been trying to process that for the last few days.”

narcissa had lived a life of only ever depending on herself, she had a few relationships in hogwarts but they had never turned into anything, mostly of her fear of their loyalty. she never knew if they wanted them because of narcissa or because of their name. so she never tried pursue anything unless it was... lucius. but that had been something that she had let go a long time ago. now she was dedicated to family, friends, and dragons, and was content with it. she had known that their families would inevitably butt in when it came to things with marriage. her face fell when she heard betrothed, looking down at her wind glass before looking up at georgie. “i’m sorry,” she says at first, she couldn’t think of something worse, perhaps it was their privilege of being purebloods but she knew this would happen later, eventually. while narcissa hadn’t been much of a candidate when it came to betrotheds, that didn’t mean she was blind to others.

“do you want me to kill them?” she asks first, totally serious as she takes a drink of her wine, before eventually saying, “are you alright?” maybe it was the perks of being the youngest, or maybe she wasn’t lovable enough to be betrothed to as being the one that went out for the ambition her parents never hoped for, but it wasn’t about her, it was just hard to think about the ties her parents had and what they could do. she shook them off, thinking of only georgie. “because i will if you want, i have an in law that would do it for my sake.” her face is serious, but her voice is joking that meant in a way that if georgie truly wanted- she’d make it happen,

“i’m sorry,” she eventually says, “i wish i could have been there,” but it was hard getting mail on reservation, cissa barely had time for herself when she was in hungary, but she was glad that she could be here now. “what do you want to do?”

#( c: georgie. )

g-parkinson:

It had been too long since she had seen Narcissa. Well…not really that long. But her whole world had changed since then. The betrothal had thrown her more than she cared to admit. It helped tremendously that Barty wasn’t awful. He was quite nice considering their circumstances. He could have been terrible and she wouldn’t have blamed him. Their shared hatred of their fathers seemed to bond them more than she wanted to admit. She had spoken to her brother and Rafael but that wasn’t the same as Cissa.

The elves were cooking dinner when she heard the floo activate. She grabbed her wine glass before moving to the living room. Her hip rested on the doorframe as she spoke. “Welcome home!” She hadn’t realized how happy this would make her until this moment. “How was your trip?”

@cissablvcks

ever since sirius had gotten out it had been go-go-go for cissa, which had been incredibly annoying for someone that just wanted to spend some quality time with their family but that was proving not to be the case. she had promised georgie that she would be back and that they could have some one on one time before she had to leave again. it was a lot more travelling that she had planned which was why she had boughten her own flat near one of the sanctuaries in hungary just because the constant travelling wasn’t doing her any good.

“hello darling,” she says, whipping the residual of the powder off of her, she had looked over at the elves cooking and the glass of wine in hand. “so early for wine,” they tease with a smile, she walks across the way and places a kiss on their cheek. “you look a little tense. what happened since i’ve been gone?” she grabs a glass of wine for herself and then sits down on the couch and throws their head back.

#( c: georgie. )

@xenophilivs

“i’m not saying that there’s some kind of talks of a dragon that hasn’t been discovered yet, or that someone might have found something out about it... but i’m also not NOT saying it, ya know?” she had a lot of love for the quibbler and what xeno wrote about it, there was some kind of kin-like feeling when it came to the creatures that hadn’t been discovered yet or were under the table discussion of sightings.

#hello i am sorry i am late to these starters but i thought this would be a fun pair with their love of creatures <3 #( c: xenophilius. )

@sirius-blaxx

“so now that you’re back what’s next for you? what do you want to do now that you’re a free man?” she raises an eyebrow, and takes a lick of her ice cream, which if they were being honest, was too cold for but it had been a tradition with sirius for years now and she wasn’t going to break it just because it was a little cold out.

#sorry this is late !#( c: sirius. )

@mckmarl

“hey i heard you needed a dragonologist?” she supposed it wasn’t exactly uncommon of aurors working together with dragonologists though it happened very rarely. “anyway, i’m narcissa and can help as best as i can.”

#hello i know i posted my starter call a long time ago and this is late i am sorry #( c: marlene. )

sirius-blaxx:

It took even Sirius by surprise just how fast his hues welled up at the mere sight of his cousin. Although he never voiced it, Sirius’s heart was forever broken to know that his parents were never really worthy of the word. Blood had always meant something to him, as much as the guys were his brothers, they didn’t share the sort of connection Sirius still had for his cousins, it was like an invisible tether always pulling him back to them.

The short pause between their eyes meeting and being held in Cissa’s embrace felt like hours to him. Sirius was definitely not the sort of guy who cried easily, but he was not able to suppress it. It almost felt like he had been holding it in for weeks. “I’m so sorry.” He said in a soft whisper. Taking advantage of his face being momentarily hidden due to his cousins tight hug, he allowed tears to roll down his cheeks, completely letting go in that moment. Burying his head into their shoulder, he exhaled. “…Cissa I’m sorry.” Pulling away so he could raise his hand, using the worn cuff of his hoodie to wipe his face. “I didn’t mean ….” He shook his head, struggling to grasp the words. “..it wasn’t meant to be this long.”

family was everything to narcissa. she would go to the ends of the earth for her family. she had always been told that family and loyalty often went hand in hand. there had been certain instances back in school when someone had said something about one of her family members that was unkind, and while narcissa was never the most intimidating family member out of the long list of ones that she could name, she always got her revenge, and they would never know it until it hit them in the face. she’d do just about anything for family and that included her cousins that she had loved so much. sirius and narcissa weren’t that far off in age, their birthday months close to each other too, and while she loved regulus with everything in her, she had understood that sirius was the child that didn’t get nearly enough love from his parents, something that she’d never voice out loud, especially in front of her aunt and uncle, but it was still there, the thought of knowing that sirius had deserved more, and that was why she had always tried to show him more growing up, going out of their way to make sure they got a good birthday gift, sitting by him even when she shouldn’t have in school while feeling totally out of place doing it but never caring that much for it. if they were the noble house of black, and blood was blood, then it didn’t matter.

i am so mad at you and regulus, she wants to say, but knowing that it wasn’t anger that she was feeling. it was worry. it wasn’t their fault, but their family had been left in such shambles, whispers of people talking about her aunt and uncle while they put on a show but having an idea of what they really must have felt. “it’s okay.” she whispers, looking around them for a moment before quietly adding, “you should come in, i know it’s late but....” if he was meant to be in hiding being so out in the open probably wasn’t the best and if this was the only time she could have with him then by merlin was she going to savour it. she had quickly rushed him inside before starting the kettle, wiping her face with her sleeve when their back was turned to him. cissa used to cry all the time as a child, just a volatile kid that didn’t know how to regulate their emotions very well, as they had gotten older they had learned to hide them better. “what can you tell me?” she eventually says, turning to face him now, holding onto herself while she does.

#( c: sirius. )

g-parkinson:

“Not sure what happened,” she said, starting to take off some of her outerwear. One could never be too careful around dragons, even ones that knew her. “I wouldn’t have seen it if some of the little ones hadn’t been around it. I think they were just as confused as we were.” She smiled when Cissa kissed her cheek. “You know I adore you, darling, but this is nowhere near your birthday present.” She winked before settling down in the chair near the table. “Mark seemed surprised I wanted to take it. I know we like the people we work with but I don’t trust them the way I trust you. I know you have a fondness for the babies and well….I didn’t want to give this to anyone else. Not just because I love you but because I know this dragon will survive with you looking after it.” Georgie knew her reputation with some of their fellow dragonologists. Just because she wasn’t out in the mud all the time didn’t mean her heart wasn’t in it just as much as the others. “Plus I wanted you to be the one to have it. I found it and I can give it to who I want. If they get upset about it, they should have kept a better eye out.”

narcissa knew that it was a culmination of a lot of things that called her to work with these creatures, she knew that it was some deeply rooted things of not feeling like you were understood that had to do with it, she knew that it must have disappointed her parents knowing that their child wasn’t following the line of stellar careers that their siblings were—they also knew that they were lucky that despite all of that their parents loved them. but sometimes cissa wished that she could make them proud in the same way, they still stick to the hope that one day they might. everyone was preoccupied anyway with their sister and brother in laws birthday coming up, never mind the fact that most of her family was trying to skirt around the fact that two of their members were missing. narcissa was finding it hard to not not think about it. family had meant everything to her, and the fact that they weren’t here but should be was too much to bear alone. she was thankful for georgie, knowing damn well that while she meant what she said it was because she knew that narcissa needed a win.

“thank you,” she says, her voice is quiet, holding onto it before getting to work to make sure that the egg was warm and comfortable, “you’re not going to like this very much but i’m going to have to change the climate to one that it’s used to.” she had done this many times before upon finding eggs, but they needed such care and treatment that she knew it was sometimes annoying. she had set up a charm before grabbing her other supplies that she kept on hand. “well, fortunely we have a particular dragons that’s been known to foster when needed.” while cissa had gone out in the field georgie kept everything together, it’s what made them work so well. “your eye for all things dragons and fashion is truly remarkable, g.” they grin, giving her a wink.

#( c: georgie. )

sirius-blaxx:

Sirius had been slowly losing his mind as he spent countless hours within the same four walls, and the company he did have wasn’t exactly pleasant. The past couple of months had only served to remind him exactly why he had ran away all those years ago, because he once again felt like a frightened little boy. He wasn’t supposed to go wandering about in general, though especially not at night and he had kept to that rule…. well mostly. He just couldn’t take it anymore, and what was meant to only be a quick walk to have a cigarette or two, turned into a far longer walk.

It was only when street lamps became clear in his peripheral that he came out of the almost trance state he seemed to have entered into. He wasn’t even entirely sure where his feet had led him until he looked up. Dropping the near burnt out smoke in his hand, he realised that he had ended up close to where his cousin lived. Did he mean to walk specifically here, or was it just a coincidence? he wasn’t sure. But his eyes were drawn to the only window in the deserted street that had a yellow tinge spilling out to the street and he could make out the silhouette of someone standing in the glow. Sirius knew immediately that it was his cousin and he stood for a moment, not knowing if he ought to make himself known or leave. As he was debating he could hear the distinct sound of a match being struck, his eyes focus more and as the match lights up against her face, he is able to make out the features of Narcissa. He wasn’t able to bring himself to leave, he only waited for their eyes to meet.

narcissa wasn’t having the best time, they had been worried sick for their cousins, wondering if there would be any information of where they were while knowing that they couldn’t search out for them even if they had wanted to. family was everything, it didn’t matter if their other family members wanted them to be there, once narcissa loved you that was the end of it all for them. she had been on her balcony smoking a cigarette trying to will themselves to go back to sleep while knowing that they couldn’t with their mind racing. it had been pretty quiet night all things considered, georgie had brought a tiny dragon egg for them to care for until it could be brought back to a sanctuary and she had been grateful for the distraction but it wasn’t enough given how their mind was swirling of possibilities of where their cousins currently were.

she had flicked the ash off the cigarette watching it dissipate into the wind, and she had seen something on the sidewalk, a simple image of a person and disregarded it as anything else, but they had seemed unshakable and narcissa had grabbed their wand and used a spell to show themselves and seeing that it was their cousin, despite it all, she had almost jumped back out of shock before whispering only to themselves, “sirius?” they had quickly snapped out of it before dropping their cigarette and running out of their balcony into the inside and then down the steps of their flat. she could have sworn it was a ghost until he was right there in front of her and then she wrapped her arms around the other. “sirius.” she whispered quietly, “where the fuck have you been?”

#( c: sirius. )

g-parkinson:

@cissablvcks

“Before you say anything,” she said as she put the blanket down on the table. It was clearly wrapped around something. A something she had told Cissa time and time again not to bring home. “I found it with Mark when we were looking at the Greens today. It’s clearly not one of their eggs and I don’t trust anyone else with it.” She unwrapped the egg carefully, casting another warming charm over it. “So I wanted to take it to the best person I know who could help. We can’t keep it here but if it needs to stay here for a bit, that’s fine.”

narcissa had been having trouble focusing on a lot of things lately other than work, she had known that keeping busy was the best option that she could currently do, and by the time that she had made it home she was surprised to see her roommate there. she had looked at the other and then at the small blanker, her eyebrows furrowed, but when georgie kept on talking she smiled, shaking her head as she walked over towards it. they had looked beneath the sheets at the dragon egg and the back at their best friend and nodded their head. “hm,” they said, grabbing their wand to try and acclimate their current room temperature to the one that would best be suited fit for the egg. “i think you brought me a very early birthday present, G,” they said with a smirk. “what happened though?” cissa was very passionate about any egg that stumbled across their care, “the mother must have....” she hadn’t said the word died, because that was mostly like what happened when it came to eggs like this, but they wanted the full story. “thank you for bringing it here, you’re the best friend anyone could ask for,” reaching out to press a kiss to their cheek. “i’ll have to bring it to scotland’s dragon sanctuary but we can manage it for now.”

#( c: georgie. )

sunshinexlovegood:

She was older than the person standing with her, but Sunshine new the Black family well enough to know who they were and this was Narcissa Black. In the back of her mind, she was curious if the youngest Black knew who she was. So many people did. Did the Blacks?

“Hello, Narcissa. You shouldn’t have stood there so quiet. I don’t normally bite.” That was a lie. Sunshine bit every chance she had, whether that was literally or with her sharp tongue. Going to look at Narcissa’s bag from the clothing store, Sunshine cocked her head and eyed the tall brunette. “Have you ever thought about modeling?” It took a whole hell of a lot for Sunshine to make the suggestion to anyone. “You have a great look. You’re tall, have a great complexion, freckles are all the rage and you have that innocent thing going on. You could really find your niche.” Sunshine was being genuine. When she was genuine, it’s like the stars aligned. “I would be more than happy to help you get into the business. My look is more seductive but it takes all kinds.” She raised her eyebrows and ran a quick thumb on Narcissa’s cheek.“ Sunshine began walking toward Honeydukes. “Let’s talk about it over sweets.”

narcissa would admit that they weren’t up to the newest trends nor the people that followed them. it’s what happened when most of your career was travelling to one country or another. she had looked at the other with a raised eyebrow, they clearly knew them, and they feel a little bad not knowing the other but they persisted, allowing the conversation because it’s been a while since they had human interactions that weren’t somehow related to tiny dragons they barely had any wings yet. “sorry, i don’t know your name, but hello.” she gave her a polite smile, before letting out a small breath. “can’t say that i have,” she huffs with a laughter. “never really liked the idea of other people perceiving me like that,” it just wasn’t for them—they had never fit into the binary that so many people wanted them to—it was a rarity whenever cissa had time to shop for themselves to begin with. “i appreciate you thinking i’m tall though.” she smirks a bit, knowing that they were quite short than the rest of their family. “i’ll take it as a compliment.” she looks into honeydukes again before looking back at the other. “i’m pretty happy with my dragons i will say, but it’s nice to hear someone excited about their profession.” she shrugs now, pushing past the other and opening the door for the woman. “and i’ll never say no to sweets.”

#( c: sunshine. )

lovencharity:

In the moments after, Charity realized how out of it the other shopper looked. “Long day?” Her words were almost amused, if not uncharacteristically awkward. However, now most of her social interaction was with children. Somehow, that was the strangest part of the job. Surely, engaging critically was one thing, but seeing them sit there with expecting eyes on her was not her spotlight. Charity loved to observe and now only so much of her time could ever be dedicated to doing so. “I’m sorry,” She grinned, taking the silvery roll of parchment to let her imagination play with later. “I think I’ve forgotten social cues.” A rarity for the young woman who travelled alone for nearly two and a half years. But needless to say the vague familiarity of the other may have spawned the reaction in her. “But I do hope you’re all right.” She added, turning back to see if perhaps the clerk was ready to answer her question now.

her family had been hounded with people wanting anything to know about their family, and she was getting tired of it, having to dodge any sort of journalist that came their way, having to get any sort of weird looks on the other side of the black family that wasn’t currently speaking out, she looked at sirius and regulus’ parents. it had made her out of it and paranoid for anything else that would eventually come their way. when the other person speaks it doesn’t completely register until they say something again. “isn’t everyday a long day?” she persists, a small polite smile before shrugging. “you’re fine,” she shakes her head now, “i’m just trying to get out of here until the rush of children start piling in, yeah?”

#( c: charity. )

drcmeda:

❝ — and i still won’t. ❞ she grinned knowing narcissa was too asleep to be woken up by any noise andromeda would’ve made in her own sleep. even when she rattled around in the kitchen and broke a ceramic tea cup, andie was sure to have woken them up. ❝ maybe one day the person i marry will tell me, unless you actually show signs of consciousness while you sleep tonight. ❞ she ruffled cissa’s hair into their face before taking another sip of her own tea — a milky concoction of earl grey and two sugar cubes. ❝ i didn’t do much, really. haven’t got many friends, you know. ❞ the words weren’t spoken to be pitied, andromeda smiled as she said them. always the introvert, she enjoyed her alone time — plus she wasn’t interested in giving people more reasons to have her family name in their mouths. ❝ read a bit, broke my favorite tea cup, unfortunately. missed you, most of all. what’re your plans today ? we should reach out to bella soon. ❞

even though they never shared a room narcissa had always found their way into andromeda’s, snuggling besides their sister because it was the safest place that she could be. no one knew about the nightmares that narcissa had because she was too prideful to share that information but she had always felt the safest with andie, which was why she found herself at her sister’s flat more than her own most of the time. she rests against her sister now, looking at their cup of tea before eventually untangling herself and taking a sip of their own. “merlin help them,” narcissa says, a wide grin, knowing that someday andromeda would be married because who would be dumb enough not to marry their sister? “i’m kidding. anyone would be lucky to have you.” she thinks very briefly on the conversation she had with rosalind before pushing it away. it was easy being the youngest black there wasn’t nearly enough pressure, she had pitied her elder siblings. “that’s alright,” she finally says with a shrug, “haven’t got many friends myself either,” she bumps her shoulder into andie’s, both of them as sort of the outcasts of the black daughters, while bellatrix was definitely the face of the family- at the very least andromeda had become a healer, but narcissa had taken the unmarked plan, when they had found out that narcissa wanted to work with dragons there was a sense of, what on heaven for? it could have been worse, and they were too far into their career to change it anyway. but when it came to friendships both of them didn’t have very many, narcissa valued loyalty over quantity, and as it may, she followed andromeda wherever she went, wanting to be just like her. “i could fix your teacup.” narcissa finally says, “might not be as perfect but at least it won’t be broken.” she reaches out to pat her sisters cheek, reaching out to grab one of the baked pastries. “i don’t have plans today, surprisingly. also- i missed you more,” she grins, taking a bite of the warm goodness, “might send an OWL to one of the sanctuaries and ask how one of the dragons is doing- but other than that i’ve been scrambling to figure out what to get both bellatrix and rodolphus for their birthdays. what about you?”

#( c: andromeda. )

priquintana-deactivated20241209

#( visage. )

sunshinexlovegood:

location: hogsmeade. open to everyone.

There was hardly a thing that could keep Sunshine indoors. The feeling of walls closing in on her was too much. She needed open air and space to walk — er, strut. The tiny slice of London was nothing compared to her traveling life but at least it was familiar. She both loved and hated the familiarity. Fond memories of fellow classmates causing mayhem for the sheer joy of being a teenager causing mayhem. But Heaven — her death permeated everything. Hogsmeade had lost its luster after her mother died. Sunshine didn’t feel like she was allowed to be a child after that day but, like every contradiction that followed her, Sunshine had the potential to be more childish at twenty-eight than fifteen.

It’s not like she had just gotten back to London. Memories (good and bad) were simply clearer on certain days. It was easier for her to pose in front of a camera and take on a persona the company she modeled for requested. And, Merlin, she was good. She was great — no, brilliant. She got to be herself by not being herself. Another contradiction. Unfortunately there weren’t many modeling gigs in Hogsmeade or Diagon Alley but perhaps it was for the best. It gave her an excuse to leave the area whenever she damn well pleased with an excuse that couldn’t be argued. She also wasn’t wanting for money — modeling had set her up nicely — but she would always question why stop what you’re doing if you love it? And she loved modeling.

So there she was, thinking and standing by two storefronts. Childhood and adulthood: “What do you think? Honeydukes for a big, swirly lollipop or judging Gladrags Wizardware?” she casually asked the person who had been silently standing near her a little too long.

“well, personally, i always find myself in honeydukes,” she says with a shrug, but they look down at their bags and hold them up, “but as we can see here i spent a little at gladrags though i wasn’t entirely impressed with the selection for this month myself.” not that narcissa was particularly stuck up when it came to clothing wear, she was more often than not, in uniform when it came to her job, robes were normally something that they had dawned but if they were being honest with themselves they felt like a lot of their social life was lacking, she had already missed a couple of family dinners, but there was also the thought that two important family members were currently missing and she couldn’t bring herself to not worry and found it easier if she just hid at home or at andromeda’s.

#( c: sunshine. )

@sirius-blaxx

it wasn’t unusual for narcissa to be up late hours of the night working on something work related, but she did try and get to bed early on the nights before she would have to travel. georgie had already gone to bed and she was sitting on their couch reading over some research that she needed to have prepared for tomorrow when she got to the dragon sanctuary. she sighs, getting up and walking over to the kitchen to make a cup of tea and thinks about just calling it a night but knowing that they’d regret it in the morning if they didn’t get at least half of this stuff done. when the tea is finished they take the cup and walk outside on their balcony and grabs a cigarette from their pocket and lights it, overlooking their little borough of london. it’s only then that she gives herself the moment to really think about their cousins that were missing, how they were meant to celebrate bella and rod’s birthday when two family members were just... missing and how much narcissa missed them.

#sorry this took me a minute to get up <3 #( c: sirius. )

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