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assyrianjalebi

#𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 — 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘺.

bob-belcher

#𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 — 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘺.

ghostsandgoblins

#𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 — 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘺.

𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲.

❛ good , i like your sisters . ❜ though she has a sister of her own - and of course she loves her ( cassandra is a gem , after all ) - narcissa is her chosen family . ❛ oh i’m sure another waiter will be around shortly . . but hmm , that won’t do , ❜ penelope replies , genuine smile on peach lips . as narcissa pulls away , penelope pulls her back softly - linking her arm in her own . ❛ come , we’ll find you some . . . because you’re right , you’ll most certainly need it . i was stuck with patill chatting my ear off for far too long before you arrived . and she’s such a bore . ❜

“well, someone has to.” she laughed, obviously only joking — she loved her sisters more than anyone else in the world; though, they were among the small fraction of people who knew exactly how to get under her skin. “oh, merlin... that sounds awful. promise me that you’ll stay with me until lucius gets here? there’s no need for us to subject ourselves to such torture when we don’t have to.” grinning, narcissa tugged on her friend’s arm and began to walk towards the back of the room, still in search of a much-needed glass of champagne. “were do you think lucius is, anyways? it’s not like him to be late...”

#𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 — 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦.#𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞 — 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺.

𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞.

“ aren’t you exhausted ? ” he asked , ignoring their question and offering a new one instead . it was pointless conversation after pointless conversation ; how were they not simply dying of boredom ? how were they not losing their god damn mind ?

“oh, for merlin’s sake...” narcissa rolled her eyes at the wizard’s snarky question, not in the mood to deal with such foolish behavior. “isn’t it so exhausting to be so abrasive all the time?” she asked, fully aware of the fact that she was playing with fire — it didn’t bother her, though; she knew she could take the heat. “now... can you answer my question, please? have you seen penny? i’ve been looking for her for ages and she’s nowhere to be found. just help me find my friend and i’ll leave you alone, okay?”

#𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 — 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦.#𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞 — 𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯 𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦.#this is terrible pls don't judge me

𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐚 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤.

── eyes glancing down at the trunks that narcissa was working on packing , andromeda could not help the amused smile that crept onto her lips . the two sisters could not be more different if they tried . pristine , designer clothes folded neatly into branded trunks , the blonde always seeming to have something to prove ( or so andromeda saw it ) . two rooms over , andromeda’s clothes from when she was sixteen sat folded in the trunks she had first bought when she was eleven , reused year after year , wear and tear showing at the seams . andromeda had always admired narcissa’s ability to look her best at any given time ─ she could even recall when such a priority might have been her own ─ it was simply odd to wish for fashion advice from the little girl andromeda could vividly remember dressing out of her diapers .

happily resting a hand on the arm that had wrapped around her own , andromeda turned to bring them back towards the stairs , down to the foyer . “ i asked bella , but she hadn’t even a clue the coat i was talking about . hence coming to you , you know my wardrobe better than myself . i thought perhaps the elves might have washed it , we could check the laundry downstairs . ” leading them down the steps , andromeda squeezed cissy’s hand and smiled . “ you look well-packed , my dear . did you bring that dress we bought the other week ? you looked gorgeous in it , you know . you should wear it to that mixer they’re throwing at the college . lucius would surely swoon . ”

as narcissa and her sister walked through the halls of their childhood home, she felt a wave of something akin to nostalgia wash over her. the manor was the only residence that she had ever known — it was the place where she had spent countless hours chasing her sisters around, begging them to let her join whatever game they were playing. it was the place where she had shown her very first signs of magic. it was the place where she learned that she would be set to marry lucius malfoy; used as little more than a pawn for cyngus and druella’s own personal gain. in some ways, narcissa felt that her entire life had passed between these walls. she knew that it wasn’t true, of course, but sometimes she couldn’t help but wonder if her sisters felt the same way.

with a sigh, she pushed the thoughts to the back of her mind, figuring that it was in her best interest not to dwell on such subjects. “you’re probably right. you know, my favorite pieces always seem to disappear when i need them the most. it’s quite annoying, really.” narcissa drawled as they entered the foyer, pausing for a moment so that she could glance around the room, keeping her eye’s peeled for her sister’s coat. “well, it’s not in here. that’s one room down, only a million more to go.” she laughed as the entered the kitchen, a genuine smile gracing her features as she turned to look at andromeda. “you think so? honestly, i thought it might be a little much for such an... occasion. though, now that you mention it, i would absolutely love to see lucius’ reaction.” not that narcissa necessarily believed in the concept of being over-dressed — which was something that she had surely inherited from druella. “what about you? what are you planning on wearing?”

#𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 — 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦.#𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞 — 𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘢 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬.

𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐚 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤.

𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞: the black household

𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧: the morning before classes starts

𝐰𝐡𝐨: @cissuhs

── 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 nearing the end of her studies at hogwarts college , but andromeda still was not used to the idea . it felt odd , to be twenty-one , to be grown and to still be running around like she was twelve , preparing to go back to ‘ school ’ for yet another year of education . cygnus and druella were insistent that the school was a mandatory part of the deconditioning of the RUBBISH they had been taught by albus dumbledore ─ and while andromeda didn’t quite agree with this sentiment , she was still rather fond of the idea of becoming a healer , and it was becoming less and less likely she could achieve this without the shiny stamp of honour the college provided on her resume . still , these days before they went back felt like the worst kind of deja vu , as if they were still children , entirely unprepared for what the world had in store for them .

with her trunk almost entirely packed , andromeda had come to a stand still , knowing there were things she was missing but unsure what was to come next . with a soft sigh , she took a moment to ensure cygnus and druella were still occupied downstairs before she walked quietly from her room to her sisters . knocking gently on the door , andromeda stepped in . “ cissy , have you seen my maroon coat ? i was sure i’d left it in my closet , but i can’t seem to find it . you didn’t borrow it , did you ? ”

strangely enough, narcissa enjoyed packing — she had always found it to be rather therapeutic. not that her life was all that stressful to begin with, but with the journey back to school looming quite literally on the horizon, she knew that she should cherish all of the calm moments that she was able to get. throughout the years, narcissa never had any issues with leaving for hogwarts – though, this year felt different. for the first time in her life, her classes were the least of her worries. there was a war brewing and, as much as she wanted to, she couldn’t ignore it any longer. there was no question of which side narcissa would be taking, though that didn’t make the reality of what was happening any less harsh.

as she was going through a mental checklist of things that still needed to be stowed away in one of her many designer trunks, she heard the door open, the familiar timbre of her sister’s voice following shortly after. “i haven’t seen it.” narcissa pushed herself up and off of her bed, glancing around the room, searching for the coat that andromeda had asked her about. “did you ask bella yet? i doubt she’d take something without asking first, but you never know...” she trailed off, shrugging her shoulders half-heartedly. “oh, well... come on, i’ll help you look for it.” with a slight smile, narcissa wrapped her arm around her sisters bicep and began leading the way towards the foyer. “where should we look first?”

#𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 — 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦.#𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞 — 𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘢 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬.

𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲.

for something that serves as both memorial and opening event of the year , penelope is rather bored . the champagne helps , never empty charmed flutes allowing for easy consumption . it helps , it does , but half the student body ( including many of her own ) are off at the pubs . still , lips curve upwards at the corners at the sight of the her favourite blonde entering . ❛ merlin , cissy . those robes are just stunning . ❜ penelope says in greeting , stepping forward to press a kiss to the other’s cheek . ❛ you’ll just have to let me borrow them sometime . ❜

for as long as she could remember, narcissa had been forced by her parents to attend prestigious pureblood galas. not that she ever really minded, though — the youngest black daughter flourished in such settings, always knowing exactly the right thing to say or do in order to impress and captivate those around her. “oh, you’re starting to sound like my sisters now.” narcissa said with a genuine smile as she reciprocated the other’s greeting. pulling away, her eyes shifted towards the drink in her best friend’s hand. “where’s the champagne at? i have a feeling that i’m going to need a glass or two to get me through this evening.”