—- the night grew darker in her.

she ripped the night of its colors —-& NARCISSA BLACK. ( fifteen. blood purist. slytherin. fifth year. ) &—- claimed its shadows to be her own.

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littllclionman. 

“—you look cold. i could warm you up?”

—- “i’d rather die from hypothermia.”

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purelyregulus. 

Rex was taken aback by the sudden change in Narcissa’s tone and an uncharacteristic break from his usual, condescending self escaped him as he quietly replied,                           “I didn’t mean anything by it, Cissy. It was a joke.” But he cleared his throat and shrugged, regaining his usual attitude.    “Don;t see how you can be mad at me, I’m a delight. But I’ll      leave you be if you don’t appreciate my brand of humor.”

—- “it was HILARIOUS, regulus. t r u l y. i’m sure i’ll think of it later tonight and laugh again.” narcissa might’ve bought the moment of sincerity, and then she didn’t. because just as he’d confirmed, barely within another breath, it was nothing in the face of his inconsiderate nonchalance. ——— and she knew better.      “yes, maybe that’d be best. unfortunately, your sense of humour far OUTSHINES mine.” 

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aliceprewvvett. 

“people who are a little bitch for no reason, obviously. nobody wants to be around you if you aren’t NICE.”

—- “are you aware you sound like an infant? i’m not going to apologise for neglecting to play nice with you, alice. we’re not three year olds, and i don’t owe ANYONE my kindness.” 

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“No, it’s disrespectful, that’s what.”

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—- “on the contrary, s m a r t  is what it is. if i’ve offended you ——— well, you’re a big kid, aren’t you?” she asked condescendingly, expression slack. “you’ll get over it.”

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gabrielpurkisses. 

“Eros is quite a character. Heart as big as his ego, as hard as it may be to believe. I’ll have a word with him, though. He shouldn’t bother you anymore.”

—- “yes, i’m sure eros is the epitome of endearing. and what of the next one who is unrelenting in their pursuits, gabriel? will you have a WORD with them, too? and the next, and the next? how many words could one gabriel purkiss possibly have?” 

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ameliaravenbones. 

“You know what I don’t care about? Literally anything you have to say, what are you, like, twelve?”

—- “what my age has to do with not wanting to hear your vapid rambling any longer is beyond me.” 

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eglantinepuffet. 

“What? I’m stuffing food in my purse and I’m not BLOODY ashamed of it, just because half of you lot are living rich, doesn’t mean I do,” Puffy commented as she put food in her purse that was of course lined with plastic as to not get her purse too dirty. “Besides, this is a very very practiced method, if anything you should m a r v e l i n g at my process. Asking my brilliant arse for pointers.”

—- “eglatine, please remove yourself and make someone ELSE feel nauseous. perhaps students at your  o w n  table?” 

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ameliaravenbones. 

“Honestly, I’m not even a champagne girl. Why try and get drunk off fizzy bullshit with the alcohol content of sparkling water when you could be drinking something with actual taste?”

—- “no one C A R E S about what you’re drinking. stop talking.” 

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gabrielpurkisses. 

“Anyone in particular? I understand they can be quite full on.”

—- “eros. his mouth is so big i worry he’ll swallow us all one day.” 

[larmoyante]

She still felt shell-shocked by all of it, numb. Beneath the numbness, though, was a raw and terrible anger that was unlike anything she’d felt before. She had so little experience with genuine anger that it scared her. She actually worried that if she started screaming, she’d never stop.

Kristin Hannah, Firefly Lane (via larmoyante)

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anastasiaavery. 

”Testing me? Don’t be ridiculous, as if I would be anything but loyal.”

—- “there are people who once use to matter much more to me than you do that i wrongly assumed the same of. CHECKING in isn’t illegal, now, is it?” 

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aliceprewvvett. 

“You don’t have to be if you don’t choose to be.”

—- “who would CHOOSE to always be alone? honestly.”

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gabrielpurkisses. 

“Write up your notes after class, 8 hours of sleep, take a break, get some air, maintain a balance, make flashcards, play some sport, don’t fail, and most importantly… Have fun.”

—- “i think you bored me to death by ‘flaschards.’ don’t tell your gang of idiots boys i’m a ghost. maybe they’ll finally leave me alone.”

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marisolabbott. 

This was why Marisol was sure to drop her hand as soon as she was sure that Narcissa and her were in the clear. She understood the need for personal space when touching was unwelcome, though she seemed to be more bold about standing up for others in the heat of the moment than herself. She was almost surprised at herself, really, that she hadn’t been too paralyzed to do anything. Nodding, she folded her arms around her body. “Yeah. And you’re Narcissa, Narcissa Black.” She knew the names of purebloods well. Her father would like for her to be better acquainted to them than she was, but she had never found it in her to do so. “You would think that etiquette lessons would include matters of personal space. But it seems to be a mere afterthought to many people. You’re alright though?”

—- “that’s me,” she confirmed, idly. most of her anger had been quelled. it was difficult to burn between bookshelves and mild mannered sixth years asking if she was alright. ( though if there WAS a way, narcissa black would surely find it. ) “or not a thought at all,” narcissa’s offering to the other girl’s sympathies was, as per the norm, dripping in sarcasm. no, was what she wanted to say. 

NO, I AM NOT FINE.

    i’m sick of being touched. i’m sick of being looked at. i’m sick of speaking and being spoken to. “i’m fine. it takes a lot more than little brats straying out of line to unnerve me.” after all, bellatrix was her older sister. “are you always the save - the - day type, then, marisol?” 

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gawenollivander. 

“Aw yes nothing like a dedicated tolerant person to offend. Honestly Narcissa this isn’t 1945, houses aren’t quite such a big deal these days.” 

—- “maybe in YOUR world, but being slytherin is everything in mine.” 

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purelyregulus. 

Regulus simply shook his head, smiling softly. “God no, I don’t sneak it- you’ve obviously never had Kreacher’s lamb, he always serves it with Bordeaux.  I’d’ve thought fine dining would’ve influenced your  impression of the finer points of alcohol. But I get it– Princess Narcissa would never break the rules or risk her prudish reputation,” he joked, his intentions were good natured.

—- she was consistently deprived of choosing for herself. ( but what would regulus know about THAT? he was a boy, and boys, nearly always, got to do whatever it was they wanted. ) if narcissa was free to decide whether or not she was a bumbling, drunk, fool, she’d CLUTCH onto it until her knuckles went white. the somewhat light air that had come about between the two cousins died the same time narcissa’s  a l m o s t  smile did. “if you’d rather be talking to someone not inclined to keep her wits about her, NO ONE asked you to stay.” 

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purelyregulus. 

“Alright, I get it, I ‘spose my absence might’ve been noticed                                as well..” Rex conceded, shrugging.  “I have wine at dinner with both of my parents, I don’t think my age is really the issue here.                               And besides, it’s not like I’d get sloppy.”

—- “would it be noticed? WOULD IT, regulus?” she asked, jokingly. “a teenager having sips from his  p a r e n t’ s wine bottle at dinner? the epitome of mature, that is. oh, please. getting sloshed certainly doesn’t make you more composed.”