perfect porcelain

narcissa black. slytherin. sixteen. pureblood. daffodil of the house of black. "of late, she had felt a coldness within herself, and though she feared it, she loved it too, for it made her s t r o n g ."

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deerlyjames:

James put a hand over his heart, gasping ever so lightly. “Miss Narcissa, I am hurt. Well and truly wounded. The idea of me spiking the punch bowl with all of these Significant and Important members of the magical community in attendance, including my own mother. The idea; how dare you? For shame Miss Narcissa. For shame.”

His solemn expression only lasted a millisecond more, as James was nothing if not constantly amusing by himself. He cleared his throat and ran a hand through his hair. “No, but seriously, I didn’t actually spike it. I was about to,” he gave the flask in his hand a small shake to show that it was still fairly full before putting it back in his pocket, “but didn’t yet. So by all means, get your spiked free drink quickly, but I might want to wait until I do my magic, because it is pretty gross. Just saying.”

Respect seemed a foreign concept to the marauder. The chance that he’d offer it to the pinnacles of England’s wizarding community, or even to his own mother, was far too slim for Narcissa to entertain. The best tool to predict one’s future actions was not a crystal ball or empty cup of tea leaves, as she’d consider herself a fool to put faith in methods so unfounded, but in a thorough analysis of one’s past. James Potter’s history certainly preceded him. “Somehow I doubt you’d allow your mother to stop you from doing.. whatever it is you do." 

Her eyes narrowed, fixated on the silver flask he shook proudly in his hand. The liquor sloshed from side to side, assuring her the bowl truly was safe — at least, for now. She reached forward for the ladle, taking it in her palm before pausing. Perhaps this was what he wanted for her to think. “And how am I to know one of your little friends didn’t get to it already?” she asked, voice cautious. What a prank that would be — to lull the pureblooded princess into a sense of false security, then pump her full of noxious punch that’d have her making a fool of herself in front of the Ministry’s most elite. No, she wouldn’t be fooled so easily — not tonight, and not by him.

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octavxarookwoods:

        “ Well– dear Narcissa, I suppose that miracles can happen, ” She stated, pursing her lips. It was quite ironic indeed that Octavia herself hadn’t taken on a buzz. She didn’t really have any particular reason for it. Although– she had to say that she didn’t quite wish to lose her wits around Ministry officials and have to pay for it later. She was under the watchful eyes of her parents whilst break continued after all.

For once, Octavia Rookwood appeared on best behaviour. It was a phenomenon likely attributed to the dignitaries that hovered over the shoulders of wizarding society’s budding young ladies, from Ministry officials to foreign ambassadors to parents, but Narcissa was hardly ready to complain. Any outside influence that kept the outliers in line and ensured her evening ran smoothly was welcomed with loving arms. “A Christmas miracle,” she smiled back. “It’ll be so lovely to be able to reminisce with you over the details of a party that you’ll actually remember.”

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octavxarookwoods:

            “ Someone’s had too much eggnog. ”

“Here’s a refreshing change of pace,” Narcissa chimed, stifling a chuckle at the irony as Octavia’s judgment laced eyes rolled in the direction of a stranger. “Typically it’s me forced to call attention to your intoxication.”

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fenwiiick:

                “Don’t let my presence fool you,                                              – I don’t want to be here.”

“You can rest assured, you wouldn’t be doing any of us a disservice by leaving.”

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deerlyjames:

      ———— “ Do the drinks taste a bit rank to you? ” Granted, anything would start to taste a bit off after sampling it a few times but even so. There was something weird about the taste, at least in James’s mind. 

The drinks at events open to the public, undesirables included, never met the standards of the youngest Black’s refined public under the most innocent of conditions. With James Potter hovering over the punch bowl, she could only imagine what impurities the cocktail had been tainted with. 

“Whatever you’ve put in them, could you kindly magic it out?” she asked, brows cocked with impatience. A lady like herself had no time for the games of a child. “Some of us are simply thirsty, and don’t wish to wake in St. Mungo’s.”

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sireene:

  “ you’re too sweet to me; whatever have i done to deserve such a friend? you, however, are far lovelier than those women. mère was– … is in a tiff with father once again and grandmère has always been a little high-strung. far more at ease, however, than the rigorous schedule your mother’s crafted for you. save a day for me if you can– i brought some things back from france for you, sweetling. surely the socialite can spare her networking one evening for me? “

“I speak no words you do not deserve, my dear. We mustn’t speak ill of our company, though — at least, not while they stand within earshot. Oh, my apologies! Should you seek a night’s reprieve, I’m certain Mother would be thrilled to have you for for dinner on an evening of your choosing. I suppose rigorous is a fit description, yes, but it’s nothing I don’t enjoy. I always have a moment to spare for you, darling; say the word and the night is as good as yours.”

[getmeclean]

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[lifeorbeth]

Send me character(s) and a letter and I’ll write you a minific!

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lifeorbeth:

A. Fire, flames, or excessive heat. B. Under cover of darkness. C. A moment’s respite. D. Subtle kindnesses. E. Sharing a drink. F. An absent look or touch. G. A fistfight. H. Someone’s greatest fear. I. Broken glass. J. When words aren’t enough. K. On the edge of consciousness. L. A stolen kiss. M. When it rains/snows/storms. N. The color green. O. The stars or space. P. While driving or in/around a car. Q. One missed call. R. A deafening sound. S. Music [send a song or a lyric] T. An obscure AU. U. Coming home. V. An abandoned or empty place. W. Waiting impatiently for something. X. A flash of anger. Y. Tears. Z. [Make up your own]

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sireene:

   “ my darling narcissa, you are the brightest star to shine here. i’ve no idea what i would do without you here, and i’m confiscating you away from everyone else as my date. sorry. – ah, but the holidays were well. went to france, visited my grandmother and the rest of their little veela colony, and that was certainly something. and yours, dearest? “

“To accompany the most riveting woman in the room? It’d be an honour. — Ooh, how lovely! I imagine they’re doing well, yes? You know Mother, she was quick to fill my holiday social calendar before I’d even boarded the train in September. I believe this is my fourth ball this week? Or fifth? It’s so hard to keep track, but the people you meet at these galas are absolutely fascinating.”

[fleurdunoire-blog]

Pro: You're absolutely perfect, Con: Your sister would kill me.

“I can only imagine what she’d do to me, as well. Your compliments do not go unappreciated, but perhaps it’s safer for the both of us that you’ve chosen to remain unnamed. You know it could never truly come to pass.”

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Pro: Soft, warm bed and lots of cuddling after and you can borrow my silk pajamas from Paris. Cons: None whatsoever! You're a dulcet darling and the sex would be too. Though Druella might murder me ...

“If I’ve borrowed your pajamas, what would you wear? I’d hate for the cold to keep you awake. Next time you visit home, I’d adore a pair of my own — we can match. How fun!”

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thelonelestrange:

          “Cissa, your unwavering faith in me is outstanding.” Had many not already crumbled, reclined to believing him a monster amongst the strangers. While they were right in certain aspects, it was appreciable to hear it dawn from scarlet lips and sanguine cheeks that he was more than a beast. “The sun does strike me like a gong sometimes by your optimistic words.” 

          It was all too easy to see the good in those she’d already sold her soul to — remaining blind to the evil allowed her to find precious sleep at night. “I speak only the truth,” she smiled, that ever rehearsed, diplomatic smile. The words in themselves boasted only a half truth; there was respect for him, perhaps even an admiration for the sheer strength to be found in a man of his nature — but all was laced with fear. “This dawning year would be all too privileged to call itself yours."

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sireene:

    “ it is your friendship alone that transcends, sweetest. and so long as you promise to steer clear of anything hogwarts-related, you’ll find me in a tolerable mood. father spent all of break berating me for not achieving more ‘outstandings’ this semester, and it has left me rather cross. “

“As I would’ve hoped. My condolences for his pessimism. Academics are ever important, of course, but there are far better ways to measure a daughter — all of which you surpass. Nevertheless, why anyone would wish to bog their final days home with talks of school is far beyond me, especially with so many other happenings in the air. Tell me, your father aside, how have your holidays treated you?”

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ofdolohovs:

               “                   there’s no need to be so unpleasant, cissy. “

“Would it not please you, though? If my company leaves so much to be desired that you’ve no choice but to fill the void with a bottle of liquor, why not search a more fulfilling night elsewhere?”

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sireene:

     “ – and here i thought christmas break meant not having to deal with any classmates for a few weeks. nice to see you, though. sort of. “

“And here I thought friends would transcend the disappointment surrounding classmates. Believe me, dear Adelaide, there will be no talk of potions or house points tonight, if that is what worries you.”

[inboxideas]

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