Hello. My name is Narcissa Altair Black. (people i love call me Cissa) If I'm the meanest person you've ever met, you've never met my family. If I'm the nicest person you've ever met... damn, I'm sorry.
About me:
I'm straight. cough cough totally
I don't like mudbloods. I have nothing against you guys but my family hates you
Nicknames are how I show love. If I call you by your legally given first name, I probably don't know you or i don't like you. (unless your name is really short)
I am a Slytherin. I should have been in Ravenclaw but my parents made me re-sort. You will likely find me:
in the ravenclaw girls' dorm with rita, em, and dora
in the slytherin girls' dorm with cas, bella, and andie
on the quidditch pitch with reg
in the slytherin boys' dorm, yelling at ev and crouch for something stupid they've done
painting/drawing/reading/writing/studying in the nicest corner of the library
devising new methods of murder in the library/my dorm
executing said methods of murder. anywhere. everywhere. you will never see me coming.
but you're as likely to find me in the Ravenclaw dorm with Rita, Em, Xeno, Dora, and Gil, as in the Slytherin dorm with Cas and.
I'm a chaser. An excellent one, too. And I am a girl who has no tolerance for sexism, so shut up and swallow whatever stupid comment you were about to make.
I'm not overly emotional. I can't be.
I'm the favorite child. because i'm a heartless, cold monster. 🎀✨
Please note that I will never, ever hesitate to tell you to fuck off.
Hobbies: Potions, Defense against the Dark Arts, Watercolor Painting, Sketching, Legilimency, Reading, Poetry, Poisoning People Who Piss Me Off.
ooc: this is a rp account, my main account is @siriuslyobsessed394
pls interact <33
no likey? take a hikey!
People I know (under the cut):
OOC: alr so im part of multiple rps lol so this will get a lil bit chaotic lol <3
---from the real marauders rp---
Siri: @the-official-padfoot - my annoying little cousin. pain in the ass. member of ✨Idiot Squad✨™. love him tho
Marlene: @marlene-fucking-mckinnon - feminist, excellent quidditch player, that I can respect.
Remus: @whyarentyoustudying - the only member of ✨Idiot Squad✨™ who possesses any braincells. randomly disappears from time to time???
James: @the-greatest-stag-man - ringleade(e)r of ✨Idiot Squad✨™. good chaser though, and seems pretty nice.
Peter: @pete-loves-jelly-beans - underrated, good at herbology, also a member of ✨Idiot Squad✨™
Severus: @snifellus - sort of annoying, but crazy good at potions. he's alright, i suppose.
Mary: @pretty-little-mary - really seems like an angel with no filter and an amazing sense of style.
Lily: @the-og-lily-evans - she's kind of awesome. i really want to get to know her better.
Reggie: @heir-to-the-house-of-black - my baby cousin. intense forced to be perfect vibes. i see a lot of myself in him. also GAY GAY HOMOSEXUAL GAYYY. ;D
Cas: @frolickinginthemeadowes - the person who makes this hellhole of a house worth it. love her <33 /p
Dora: @the-pandorarosier - sunshine and daisies and rainbows and the light of this world <3 also excellent seer
Crouch: @the-officalbartycrouch-jr - complete idiot and unofficial adopted baby brother
Ev: @evan-a-rosier
---from @whatonearthisgoingon's rp---
@blacksheepoftheblackfamily Sirius. My cousin. Complete idiot, would be smart if he ever tried. Rebel. My parents' second favorite topic to complain about, after me and my sisters.
@respectfullyfuckoff Regulus. My younger, much saner cousin. He's really quite nice if you get to know him... but like don't talk to him ever unless you're me or one of his bffs, he will kill you on the spot. I mean even if you are me or one of his bffs, there's always a solid 30% chance he will kill you on the spot, so...
---from @poppy-petals18's rp---
@m0ony-the-w0lf Remus. Good at school. Reads Shakespeare. Gets sick strangely often. Atp basically my bestie.
@jfprongsie Jamie. Ringleader of the Idiot Squad. He's nice, though.
@wormtail-on-a-string Peter. He's excellent at herbology.
@my-name-is-lilyevans Lily. She's not afraid to speak her mind, that I can definitely respect.
@yourmarymacdonald Mary. She's really nice and an excellent therapist.
@signed-rab Reg. My cousin. Black heir. A lot like me.
I like the idea of the marauders talking about the map in public and people assuming they have one of the maps given to first years and that they can't find their way around without it
What sort of dynamic do you want Andromeda to have with your character? I'm up with anything really (the only thing I'm not comfortable with is anything romantic, sorry!!), but (I'm sure most of you have figured this out by now) I portray and see Andromeda as a cold/distant and serious type of person.
I'm okay with suggestions and stuff, and don't be shy :}
OOC: okay so in rps andromeda is usually either portrayed as the oldest or youngest of the black sisters, i've seen both, which would you like to go with here? <3
im chill either way tbh, but i'd love to specifically establish one or the other.
Hey! So, I'm Vaness, Sirius Black's younger twin (by ten minutes, fuck off Sirius), and older sister to Regulus (ssh, definitely not my favourite brother)
I'm 17
I dates James at one point, that's done now, but we're still friends!
I'm also bi, she/her pronouns
My nicknames (apparently): Nessa, Nessie, V, baby sis (thanks, Sirius), Vespa (no idea what that means)
@babyqueenfangirl @ovalbrain @radio-silence-fan @crowwolf8 @tatortots0478 @somebodygetmesomecoffee @sockssketchingshack @trench-foot @17panicattacksinatrenchcoat @your--average-pjo-fan @the-ghost-king @nonegenderleftgalaxy @that-little-lychee @thedamsolangelofan @faeriesandfables @fromsaturntomars @notmyfaultnotmyproblem @nondelphic + all my moots. So sorry if I forgot you :(
i know it's the weekend but i've decided to stir something up
come bother me, barty @my-fathers-worst-creation @the-officalbartycrouch-jr @thehottestshit
i might need some help with this over the next couple weeks... could i owe you? @snifellus @cult-of-pygmalion
reg, you're gonna want to see this, and use it. @regulus-arcturus-black1979 @heir-to-the-house-of-black @respectfullyfuckoff @poetdrownedinwords
don't worry about the smell, it might fill up the dungeons @dorcaaas @bellatrix-carina-black @fairest--of--them-all @bella-black-rosier @blackdovecissa
The only thing in your ears is music. The smell of food and potions of unknown origin are everywhere. Paper cups are pushed into peoples' hand, and the crowd is on fire.
Everyone knows a war is around the corner. But tonight? No, tonight is for forgetting your problems and dancing. You don't even need an invite--the neutral Hufflepuffs just want to be friends with everyone, don't they?
Well, good luck to them--in this chaos, something's got to snap.
Regulus slumps against the wall, surveying the scene. Sirius is here--his moronic friends in tow as well, because of course. He almost wonders if he would have even come had he known the attendees. But alas.
Regulus takes a sip of his punch cup and immediately spits it out. Is that potion mixed in? "What's in this?" he yells at a Hufflepuff over the music, who shrugs, cackles, and runs into the crowd.
Thirty minutes in, and five shots in, the plain liquid becomes something comparable to holy water, and Sirius is the fucking Pope. In the back of his mind, Sirius considers vaguely that maybe chugging a liter worth of water before dancing in the sweaty crowd may not be a good idea, but hey, the Pope can do what he bloody wants.
Somewhere next to him, he feels a warm body moving against him. Remus. He thinks absent mindedly.
Ooh, let me feel your heartbeat (grow faster, faster)...
Sirius will make Queen the new official hymn writers for the Catholic church.
Remus sighs. As much as he had wanted to get drunk tonight, he knew that wouldn’t be an option. Especially with how hammered Sirius was already; they’d only been here for fifteen minutes, for Merlin’s sake!
“Sirius, you’re drinking too much water. It’s gonna come up eventually.” Remus warns, but Sirius doesn’t listen to him.
“You’re going to be the death of me.” Remus groans, as Sirius drags him towards the dance floor when Queens “Good Old-Fashioned Loverboy” comes on, but he follows.
Narcissa leans against the wall, crossed ankles to match her arms, face as stoic as ever. She watches, mildly amused, as a very tipsy Sirius drags Remus to the dance floor. She’s only had a couple of shots, but a grin forms as Remus groans. She catches herself and makes her expression blank again. Mental note: Do Not Have More Drinks. Narcissa can't risk losing her composure any more than she already has. She looks past the dance floor, and her eyes land on Reg across the room. The utterly pissed off expression on his face nearly makes her chuckle, but she catches herself. Nope. No more drinks. Not even one. She scans the room again, and her gaze is drawn back to the flashing lights of the dance floor like a magnet. She’s never been one for parties or dances, simply because she’s never had anyone to celebrate with. But that's fine. She's used to it. She watches Sirius drunkenly dance on the floor, and giggles again before pursing her lips and leaning back against the wall. The alcohol was a bad decision.
Regulus spots Narcissa by the wall, and she looks like she's... giggling?
But that's ridiculous, because his cousin doesn't giggle. She smirks. Perhaps even chuckles. But giggling...?
Apparently the stoic and noble genes of the House of Black don't count for shit, because here they all are, making fools of themselves. Regulus makes up his mind and makes his way over to Narcissa.
"We should probably leave," he tells her, half-shouting to be heard over the music. A boy bumps into him in the chaos and he sneers, but Merlin, when the flashing lights of the mirror-covered sphere hit the boy's face just right, Regulus nearly swoons.
And Regulus Arcturus Black does not nearly faint because of boys he shouldn't even be looking at that way.
"We probably shou..." her voice fades as her face settles into a smirk at the look on her cousin's face. She gasps dramatically and clutches her chest- theatrics seem to run in the family- "Oh my god, did I just witness the great and ever-stoic Regulus Arcturus Black swoon?!" She follows his gaze to the boy who just walked past. "Honestly, not bad." She nudges Regulus with her elbow and grins- not even trying to hide it. "You should go talk to him. Enjoy yourself for the first time in your miserable life." A bit hypocritical, she thinks, as her eyes fall on the beautiful girl dancing in the middle of the floor for the fourth time that night, but she quickly tears her eyes away. She smirks at Reg again. "Go on. Don't be shy."
Narcissa turns to face her cousin. "Regulus. Go. Go do it. If something goes wrong, blame it on the drinks. Just walk up to him and ask what his name is. It's really not that difficult."
“That’s not why—you’re being obtuse. You know that there are eyes here—I’m expected to continue the bloodline—it’s just not something the heir to the House of Black can do.” Still, Regulus couldn’t help but cast a mournful glance towards the boy. “Why don’t you take your own advice, if it’s so good?”
She puts a hand on his shoulder, eyes softening a little. "Reggie. Everyone's too drunk and having too much fun to run off and tattle to Uncle and Aunt. And we both know you're never going to fucking continue the bloodline. But that," she taps him on the nose with one finger, "is a problem for Future Reggie. Present Reggie has seen a cute boy and will go talk to him, I mean, look at the way you're staring at him now- you look like you're about to faint." she sighs. "I'm not saying walk up to that boy and kiss him on the spot, but would it kill you to figure out his name." She ignores the last comment entirely.
The only thing in your ears is music. The smell of food and potions of unknown origin are everywhere. Paper cups are pushed into peoples' hand, and the crowd is on fire.
Everyone knows a war is around the corner. But tonight? No, tonight is for forgetting your problems and dancing. You don't even need an invite--the neutral Hufflepuffs just want to be friends with everyone, don't they?
Well, good luck to them--in this chaos, something's got to snap.
Regulus slumps against the wall, surveying the scene. Sirius is here--his moronic friends in tow as well, because of course. He almost wonders if he would have even come had he known the attendees. But alas.
Regulus takes a sip of his punch cup and immediately spits it out. Is that potion mixed in? "What's in this?" he yells at a Hufflepuff over the music, who shrugs, cackles, and runs into the crowd.
Thirty minutes in, and five shots in, the plain liquid becomes something comparable to holy water, and Sirius is the fucking Pope. In the back of his mind, Sirius considers vaguely that maybe chugging a liter worth of water before dancing in the sweaty crowd may not be a good idea, but hey, the Pope can do what he bloody wants.
Somewhere next to him, he feels a warm body moving against him. Remus. He thinks absent mindedly.
Ooh, let me feel your heartbeat (grow faster, faster)...
Sirius will make Queen the new official hymn writers for the Catholic church.
Remus sighs. As much as he had wanted to get drunk tonight, he knew that wouldn’t be an option. Especially with how hammered Sirius was already; they’d only been here for fifteen minutes, for Merlin’s sake!
“Sirius, you’re drinking too much water. It’s gonna come up eventually.” Remus warns, but Sirius doesn’t listen to him.
“You’re going to be the death of me.” Remus groans, as Sirius drags him towards the dance floor when Queens “Good Old-Fashioned Loverboy” comes on, but he follows.
Narcissa leans against the wall, crossed ankles to match her arms, face as stoic as ever. She watches, mildly amused, as a very tipsy Sirius drags Remus to the dance floor. She’s only had a couple of shots, but a grin forms as Remus groans. She catches herself and makes her expression blank again. Mental note: Do Not Have More Drinks. Narcissa can't risk losing her composure any more than she already has. She looks past the dance floor, and her eyes land on Reg across the room. The utterly pissed off expression on his face nearly makes her chuckle, but she catches herself. Nope. No more drinks. Not even one. She scans the room again, and her gaze is drawn back to the flashing lights of the dance floor like a magnet. She’s never been one for parties or dances, simply because she’s never had anyone to celebrate with. But that's fine. She's used to it. She watches Sirius drunkenly dance on the floor, and giggles again before pursing her lips and leaning back against the wall. The alcohol was a bad decision.
Regulus spots Narcissa by the wall, and she looks like she's... giggling?
But that's ridiculous, because his cousin doesn't giggle. She smirks. Perhaps even chuckles. But giggling...?
Apparently the stoic and noble genes of the House of Black don't count for shit, because here they all are, making fools of themselves. Regulus makes up his mind and makes his way over to Narcissa.
"We should probably leave," he tells her, half-shouting to be heard over the music. A boy bumps into him in the chaos and he sneers, but Merlin, when the flashing lights of the mirror-covered sphere hit the boy's face just right, Regulus nearly swoons.
And Regulus Arcturus Black does not nearly faint because of boys he shouldn't even be looking at that way.
"We probably shou..." her voice fades as her face settles into a smirk at the look on her cousin's face. She gasps dramatically and clutches her chest- theatrics seem to run in the family- "Oh my god, did I just witness the great and ever-stoic Regulus Arcturus Black swoon?!" She follows his gaze to the boy who just walked past. "Honestly, not bad." She nudges Regulus with her elbow and grins- not even trying to hide it. "You should go talk to him. Enjoy yourself for the first time in your miserable life." A bit hypocritical, she thinks, as her eyes fall on the beautiful girl dancing in the middle of the floor for the fourth time that night, but she quickly tears her eyes away. She smirks at Reg again. "Go on. Don't be shy."
Narcissa turns to face her cousin. "Regulus. Go. Go do it. If something goes wrong, blame it on the drinks. Just walk up to him and ask what his name is. It's really not that difficult."
The only thing in your ears is music. The smell of food and potions of unknown origin are everywhere. Paper cups are pushed into peoples' hand, and the crowd is on fire.
Everyone knows a war is around the corner. But tonight? No, tonight is for forgetting your problems and dancing. You don't even need an invite--the neutral Hufflepuffs just want to be friends with everyone, don't they?
Well, good luck to them--in this chaos, something's got to snap.
Regulus slumps against the wall, surveying the scene. Sirius is here--his moronic friends in tow as well, because of course. He almost wonders if he would have even come had he known the attendees. But alas.
Regulus takes a sip of his punch cup and immediately spits it out. Is that potion mixed in? "What's in this?" he yells at a Hufflepuff over the music, who shrugs, cackles, and runs into the crowd.
Thirty minutes in, and five shots in, the plain liquid becomes something comparable to holy water, and Sirius is the fucking Pope. In the back of his mind, Sirius considers vaguely that maybe chugging a liter worth of water before dancing in the sweaty crowd may not be a good idea, but hey, the Pope can do what he bloody wants.
Somewhere next to him, he feels a warm body moving against him. Remus. He thinks absent mindedly.
Ooh, let me feel your heartbeat (grow faster, faster)...
Sirius will make Queen the new official hymn writers for the Catholic church.
Remus sighs. As much as he had wanted to get drunk tonight, he knew that wouldn’t be an option. Especially with how hammered Sirius was already; they’d only been here for fifteen minutes, for Merlin’s sake!
“Sirius, you’re drinking too much water. It’s gonna come up eventually.” Remus warns, but Sirius doesn’t listen to him.
“You’re going to be the death of me.” Remus groans, as Sirius drags him towards the dance floor when Queens “Good Old-Fashioned Loverboy” comes on, but he follows.
Narcissa leans against the wall, crossed ankles to match her arms, face as stoic as ever. She watches, mildly amused, as a very tipsy Sirius drags Remus to the dance floor. She’s only had a couple of shots, but a grin forms as Remus groans. She catches herself and makes her expression blank again. Mental note: Do Not Have More Drinks. Narcissa can't risk losing her composure any more than she already has. She looks past the dance floor, and her eyes land on Reg across the room. The utterly pissed off expression on his face nearly makes her chuckle, but she catches herself. Nope. No more drinks. Not even one. She scans the room again, and her gaze is drawn back to the flashing lights of the dance floor like a magnet. She’s never been one for parties or dances, simply because she’s never had anyone to celebrate with. But that's fine. She's used to it. She watches Sirius drunkenly dance on the floor, and giggles again before pursing her lips and leaning back against the wall. The alcohol was a bad decision.
Regulus spots Narcissa by the wall, and she looks like she's... giggling?
But that's ridiculous, because his cousin doesn't giggle. She smirks. Perhaps even chuckles. But giggling...?
Apparently the stoic and noble genes of the House of Black don't count for shit, because here they all are, making fools of themselves. Regulus makes up his mind and makes his way over to Narcissa.
"We should probably leave," he tells her, half-shouting to be heard over the music. A boy bumps into him in the chaos and he sneers, but Merlin, when the flashing lights of the mirror-covered sphere hit the boy's face just right, Regulus nearly swoons.
And Regulus Arcturus Black does not nearly faint because of boys he shouldn't even be looking at that way.
"We probably shou..." her voice fades as her face settles into a smirk at the look on her cousin's face. She gasps dramatically and clutches her chest- theatrics seem to run in the family- "Oh my god, did I just witness the great and ever-stoic Regulus Arcturus Black swoon?!" She follows his gaze to the boy who just walked past. "Honestly, not bad." She nudges Regulus with her elbow and grins- not even trying to hide it. "You should go talk to him. Enjoy yourself for the first time in your miserable life." A bit hypocritical, she thinks, as her eyes fall on the beautiful girl dancing in the middle of the floor for the fourth time that night, but she quickly tears her eyes away. She smirks at Reg again. "Go on. Don't be shy."
The only thing in your ears is music. The smell of food and potions of unknown origin are everywhere. Paper cups are pushed into peoples' hand, and the crowd is on fire.
Everyone knows a war is around the corner. But tonight? No, tonight is for forgetting your problems and dancing. You don't even need an invite--the neutral Hufflepuffs just want to be friends with everyone, don't they?
Well, good luck to them--in this chaos, something's got to snap.
Regulus slumps against the wall, surveying the scene. Sirius is here--his moronic friends in tow as well, because of course. He almost wonders if he would have even come had he known the attendees. But alas.
Regulus takes a sip of his punch cup and immediately spits it out. Is that potion mixed in? "What's in this?" he yells at a Hufflepuff over the music, who shrugs, cackles, and runs into the crowd.
Thirty minutes in, and five shots in, the plain liquid becomes something comparable to holy water, and Sirius is the fucking Pope. In the back of his mind, Sirius considers vaguely that maybe chugging a liter worth of water before dancing in the sweaty crowd may not be a good idea, but hey, the Pope can do what he bloody wants.
Somewhere next to him, he feels a warm body moving against him. Remus. He thinks absent mindedly.
Ooh, let me feel your heartbeat (grow faster, faster)...
Sirius will make Queen the new official hymn writers for the Catholic church.
Remus sighs. As much as he had wanted to get drunk tonight, he knew that wouldn’t be an option. Especially with how hammered Sirius was already; they’d only been here for fifteen minutes, for Merlin’s sake!
“Sirius, you’re drinking too much water. It’s gonna come up eventually.” Remus warns, but Sirius doesn’t listen to him.
“You’re going to be the death of me.” Remus groans, as Sirius drags him towards the dance floor when Queens “Good Old-Fashioned Loverboy” comes on, but he follows.
Narcissa leans against the wall, crossed ankles to match her arms, face as stoic as ever. She watches, mildly amused, as a very tipsy Sirius drags Remus to the dance floor. She’s only had a couple of shots, but a grin forms as Remus groans. She catches herself and makes her expression blank again. Mental note: Do Not Have More Drinks. Narcissa can't risk losing her composure any more than she already has. She looks past the dance floor, and her eyes land on Reg across the room. The utterly pissed off expression on his face nearly makes her chuckle, but she catches herself. Nope. No more drinks. Not even one. She scans the room again, and her gaze is drawn back to the flashing lights of the dance floor like a magnet. She’s never been one for parties or dances, simply because she’s never had anyone to celebrate with. But that's fine. She's used to it. She watches Sirius drunkenly dance on the floor, and giggles again before pursing her lips and leaning back against the wall. The alcohol was a bad decision.
Hello. My name is Narcissa Altair Black. (people i love call me Cissa) If I'm the meanest person you've ever met, you've never met my family. If I'm the nicest person you've ever met... damn, I'm sorry.
About me:
I'm straight. cough cough totally
I don't like mudbloods. I have nothing against you guys but my family hates you
Nicknames are how I show love. If I call you by your legally given first name, I probably don't know you or i don't like you. (unless your name is really short)
I am a Slytherin. I should have been in Ravenclaw but my parents made me re-sort. You will likely find me:
in the ravenclaw girls' dorm with rita, em, and dora
in the slytherin girls' dorm with cas, bella, and andie
on the quidditch pitch with reg
in the slytherin boys' dorm, yelling at ev and crouch for something stupid they've done
painting/drawing/reading/writing/studying in the nicest corner of the library
devising new methods of murder in the library/my dorm
executing said methods of murder. anywhere. everywhere. you will never see me coming.
but you're as likely to find me in the Ravenclaw dorm with Rita, Em, Xeno, Dora, and Gil, as in the Slytherin dorm with Cas and.
I'm a chaser. An excellent one, too. And I am a girl who has no tolerance for sexism, so shut up and swallow whatever stupid comment you were about to make.
I'm not overly emotional. I can't be.
I'm the favorite child. because i'm a heartless, cold monster. 🎀✨
Please note that I will never, ever hesitate to tell you to fuck off.
Hobbies: Potions, Defense against the Dark Arts, Watercolor Painting, Sketching, Legilimency, Reading, Poetry, Poisoning People Who Piss Me Off.
ooc: this is a rp account, my main account is @siriuslyobsessed394
pls interact <33
no likey? take a hikey!
People I know (under the cut):
OOC: alr so im part of multiple rps lol so this will get a lil bit chaotic lol <3
---from the real marauders rp---
Siri: @the-official-padfoot - my annoying little cousin. pain in the ass. member of ✨Idiot Squad✨™. love him tho
Marlene: @marlene-fucking-mckinnon - feminist, excellent quidditch player, that I can respect.
Remus: @whyarentyoustudying - the only member of ✨Idiot Squad✨™ who possesses any braincells. randomly disappears from time to time???
James: @the-greatest-stag-man - ringleade(e)r of ✨Idiot Squad✨™. good chaser though, and seems pretty nice.
Peter: @pete-loves-jelly-beans - underrated, good at herbology, also a member of ✨Idiot Squad✨™
Severus: @snifellus - sort of annoying, but crazy good at potions. he's alright, i suppose.
Mary: @pretty-little-mary - really seems like an angel with no filter and an amazing sense of style.
Lily: @the-og-lily-evans - she's kind of awesome. i really want to get to know her better.
Reggie: @heir-to-the-house-of-black - my baby cousin. intense forced to be perfect vibes. i see a lot of myself in him. also GAY GAY HOMOSEXUAL GAYYY. ;D
Cas: @frolickinginthemeadowes - the person who makes this hellhole of a house worth it. love her <33 /p
Dora: @the-pandorarosier - sunshine and daisies and rainbows and the light of this world <3 also excellent seer
Crouch: @the-officalbartycrouch-jr - complete idiot and unofficial adopted baby brother
Ev: @evan-a-rosier
---from @whatonearthisgoingon's rp---
@blacksheepoftheblackfamily Sirius. My cousin. Complete idiot, would be smart if he ever tried. Rebel. My parents' second favorite topic to complain about, after me and my sisters.
@respectfullyfuckoff Regulus. My younger, much saner cousin. He's really quite nice if you get to know him... but like don't talk to him ever unless you're me or one of his bffs, he will kill you on the spot. I mean even if you are me or one of his bffs, there's always a solid 30% chance he will kill you on the spot, so...
---from @poppy-petals18's rp---
@m0ony-the-w0lf Remus. Good at school. Reads Shakespeare. Gets sick strangely often. Atp basically my bestie.
@jfprongsie Jamie. Ringleader of the Idiot Squad. He's nice, though.
@wormtail-on-a-string Peter. He's excellent at herbology.
@my-name-is-lilyevans Lily. She's not afraid to speak her mind, that I can definitely respect.
@yourmarymacdonald Mary. She's really nice and an excellent therapist.
@signed-rab Reg. My cousin. Black heir. A lot like me.
Cissa! I had no idea you were around as well—clearly I misspoke. Do tell, how is that Lucius fellow? I hear Aunt Druella has been quite supportive of the… possibility.
Hello, Reg, it’s good to see you. Mother and father think he would be a good match. I mean, he’s rich, pure blooded, and highly ranked in the ministry, so I suppose they’d be right…
Well, I think Aunt Druella and Uncle Cygnus are right. And I haven’t heard anything about him being an unkind lover. He’s really one of the best you could get, in my opinion.
ooc: oops I think maybe, I’m in the Real Marauders RP but we don’t have a Cissa of our own ;-;
Honestly, i don't think there are many things worse than having a husband, in general. But that's just my opinion. Everyone else seems to think it'll be great.
I suppose it would be cliche to admit that a part of me envies you.
But in all seriousness, perhaps our parents have failed to provide a positive example of marriage. I still do believe that perhaps we could be happy, given the right person.
But the right people are in short supply, of course. In the meantime, Lucius is not the worst option.
Reg... I honestly don't hate Lucius. He's pretty alright to be around. But I literally cannot love him in any way other than as a friend. I suppose that's the best I can get, though. Our parents would never approve if I were to marry someone whom I actually loved in that way. But I don't really have a choice, do I. It's not my decision to make.
Yes, I understand, I have come to terms with the fact that there's no way out of this. It's not like I'm in love or anything, so although I'm definitely not happy with this, it doesn't hurt very much, either.
*bursts out laughing and rolls eyes* Yes, Reggie, I'm gay. Gods, that took you a while to figure out.
*pauses and makes sure nobody heard* But, um... don't tell anyone?
