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evanofthorns·:
Evan gritted his teeth as Corban spoke, needing all of his self-restraint to not bash his face in this moment. Instead, his fists balled tighter around the other’s collar, knuckles turning white - well, whiter, if that could even be possible. Evan really wasn’t one who went for violence when trying to fix problems, but words were not strong enough to effectively show how much he despised the other. But with his last comment, it was stronger than him, and his hand went hitting the other. Once, twice, and soon enough, he’d lost count. And he wasn’t sure he could stop, not when he’d just admitted he tortured Gideon.
@mineurblack· @irregulusblack·
“I’m glad we finally have time for this, dove.” Narcissa smiled over at her younger cousin, reminded yet again that she couldn’t maintain her composure around him. Her smile was warmer, her features pleasant, her voice soft. She’d been looking forward to sitting outside by the Black Lake with him and catching up. However, as she glanced over at the lake, looking for a proper place to relax, she spotted her other cousin right as he threw the first punch at Corban Yaxley. “Merlin’s beard,” she muttered, grabbing her cousin’s hand, dragging him behind her as she made a beeline for the pair. “Help me, Reg,” she demanded, before turning her attention to the men before her. “Evan, stop!” She moved to put a hand on his shoulder, thoroughly unimpressed with the whole ordeal.
@irregulusblack·
The wedding between Sirius and Mary had been a bitter pill for Narcissa to swallow for numerous reasons. She was furious that he’d go behind the whole family like that, though she knew she shouldn’t have been surprised. It wasn’t like Sirius cared for his family, anyways. He’d never cared for her, and despite that, she still had love in her heart for him. Merlin, she was weak. And sad, in all honesty. As she stepped outside of the Great Hall to catch some fresh air, she felt a wave of desolation flow through her. In all her years, this was perhaps the most fractured her family had ever become, and there was no way to change that. She’d always known that, if anyone left them behind, it would be Sirius, but it didn’t make it easier seeing him with his new family, with his muggleborn wife. She leaned her head back against the stone wall of the corridor, closing her eyes for a moment as she hoped for something to drown out the sounds of the party behind her.
What she hadn’t expected to hear, however, was flapping. Her eyes opened as the Black family owl made its way towards her, note in wrapped around his leg. The note fell from the owl as it flew past and before she could stop herself, she bent down to grab it, finding her mother’s handwriting. A letter, surprisingly, to her, and only a few lines. A summoning--for her and Lucius. She took a second to stare at the words, trying to come up with a reasoning behind it. Druella had already denied them a betrothal; what else could she want with Lucius?
She watched as the owl flew away, note clutched in her hands. As she moved back into the Great Hall, she managed to keep on the outskirts of the party until she found her date. “Luc, we’re leaving.” She held him the note. “We’ve been summoned.”
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stefanxxnott·:
Something about the way she spoke made him think she wasn’t simply talking about how she always felt she was home. He didn’t know if he should pry though, he figured if it was something she wanted to tell him, she would in her own time. “I return to school tomorrow, are you planning to stay home long?” he questioned the other as he took a sip of his coffee. Brows furrowed in confusion as she admitted to not being well. “What situation, Cissa?” he frowned. It was not like her father was home to make life miserable for her and her sisters. “I suppose the same as you – as well as I can be, given the circumstances.” he said with a sad smile on his features.
Narcissa moved to sip at her latte, her own nerves getting to her more than she thought. She was worried for herself, for her sister, for the man before her. Stefan was family to her, and the fact that the Black name kept hurting him stung. “I’m still at home until the end of break. Mother expects it.” She wished she could run back to school whenever Stefan did. Go hide in her dorm and get some real rest. Her eyebrows furrowed. “Andromeda. The betrothal.” It was a second too late when the thought occurred to her that she’d read the situation very wrong. “Merlin, did she not tell you?” It was a little too late to back out, and she moved to sit farther back in her seat, anxiety pooling in her gut. “Please tell me she already told you.”
smadfoot·:
Sirius narrowed his eyes at the other. He hadn’t expected her to come to the reception at all, let alone bring him and Mary a present. “Did you curse the coins?” he asked her bluntly.
“No curses, no tricks. I’m not Walburga.” Narcissa hated to admit that Sirius wasn’t remiss to be skeptical of her. She’d always been loyal to the family. “I won’t be spoiling your day for much longer. Don’t worry.”
malfoysluc·:
He stepped closer, ready to tell her that it wasn’t as bad as possible, but then she mentioned Evan’s betrothal and he sighed. Lucius pulled her closer, one hand still resting on her cheek as he hugged her. Staying quiet for a moment, he allowed the news to settle in the room around them. “I’ll go talk with her,” Lucius said, the words tumbling out of his mouth without much thought, surprised to realize that he truly meant it. “There’s no reason I can’t speak with her about a betrothal, Cissa. I wasn’t lying about wanting you. If she is so caught up in each of you being betrothed, then how can she say no to me?” His last few words were teasing, trying to lighten the mood a bit before pulling away to look at her again.
Narcissa hadn’t realized how badly she’d been craving Lucius’s touch until his arms were around her. Her eyes closed, and she rested her forehead against him. She never should have let things get this far. Perhaps it was her time at home, but an odd sense of foreboding came over her as he mentioned talking to her mother. She pulled back, and although she’d known she was in love with him for months, she was still shocked at how he could make her heart swell. A betrothal wasn’t a simple thing to ask for; it was meant to end in a marriage. In that moment, all she could do was ponder how good life with him would be. He was in line to be the Minister of Magic, and with her by his side, he’d be unstoppable. Gently, she reached up, moving some of his hair behind his ear. “My mother and I haven’t been on the best of terms lately.” Life with Lucius sounded too much like a dream, a dream she was almost certain her mother wouldn’t give to her. “We both know a match between our families would be more than beneficial to both, but we’ve been out in public. She still thinks I have something to do with father’s death.” Druella was right in that regard, which didn’t help the situation. “I doubt she’s looking for me to have the match she likely knows I want.” She let her hand gently stroke down his cheek. “But you should, Lucius. If you want me... let her know. What do we have to lose?”
smadfoot·:
“Don’t be ridiculous. Of course you have to bring us a wedding present.” Sirius huffed and folded his arms over his chest. “Well, especially me even if Mary doesn’t want it. So, where is it?”
Narcissa had to bite back some snarky comment about how this gift was the only reason she came to this sorry affair. He was still blood, and she’d promised herself she would let him have this one day. “Here.” She handed him the envelope. “It’s money. Figured you and your... wife might need it.”
narcissa minette black
sirius should feel lucky that narcissa has the social decency to not wear all black at the wedding reception. however, her color scheme matches how she feels--moody. a muted spring green tea dress ( an old favorite of her’s ) paired with plum lips and some gold snake heels. she’s only there to drop off a wedding gift for her cousin.
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irregulusblack·:
Regulus had only been told about the betrothal the night prior, and he still didn’t know what to do. There was a weird sort of numbness - he knew it was inevitable, that his parents would choose someone for him… and yet, he’d been hoping that he’d have at least a bit more time before they would choose. He knew he was supposed to be socializing with the family, chatting happily and being the polite Regulus they’d raised, but he couldn’t bring himself to pretend that it was any regular day. So, after trying his best for an hour or so, he quickly escaped to the yard, just needing some time away.
The brunet wasn’t surprised when he heard Narcissa’s voice behind him… but he couldn’t help but sigh at what she said. He didn’t respond, at least not at first, but glanced over his shoulder to look at her a moment, shrugging. “I don’t mind her, we’ve spoken a few times.” They got on quite well, actually. And he was sure if he’d been told two months prior, he wouldn’t mind the match at all. “I just thought there would be more time. Before they decided.”
Part of Narcissa wanted to approach her cousin, to wrap him in her warm embrace and tell him things would be alright. But she remembered when she heard about her first betrothal, and the last thing she’d wanted was anyone touching her. It was a part of their lives, these arrangements, but it was a hard thing to deal with when the time came. Hard to come to terms with, even if you’d spent your whole life preparing for it. So, instead, she moved and sat down on the bench nearby, gazing at the flowers instead of her cousin. “You’re a man now, Regulus. They weren’t going to wait forever.” There was a warmth that cut through her usual cold tone, her love for her cousin. She knew her next betrothal would be arranged soon, and perhaps their positions would be reversed. “But I’m glad you two get along. It’s easier that way. My last betrothal, I hardly knew the man.” Sebastian had been a wild ride, especially when she had been seeing Lucius on the side. It was a ride that had ended particularly poorly for Sebastian himself, but that was his own doing. “--We don’t have to talk about it, dove, if it upsets you so much. I just didn’t want to leave you alone.”
puermedioblack·:
Andromeda buried her face in her sister’s shoulder, holding the other girl tightly. “It’s not as if I didn’t expect it,” She admitted with a heavy sigh. “I knew it was just a matter of time. At least Theodore Borgin isn’t as bad as previous choices. At least, not that I’m aware of. I barely know him,” The girl frowned, pulling away slightly. Though, his best friend was an Abbott, known half bloods - so she gathered he wasn’t one of those extremist nut jobs her parents usually paired her with.
Narcissa closed her eyes as Andromeda moved closer, wondering for a moment when the last time she’d hugged her sister was. They’d felt so distant as of late, and now, with her back in her arms, she couldn’t imagine anything else. It had always been her family against the world. “I hardly know him either, but I intend to find out.” Theo Borgin wasn’t someone even near her social circle. Were he close to his cousin, perhaps they’d have spoken before, but they would certainly be speaking now. “But he seems like a safe match.” She hoped he was, for her sister’s sake.
smadfoot·:
“Thanks, I appreciate your concern.” he grinned. “But, it’s not like we are going to end up married. There’s no way I am going through with it, so you don’t have to pity me too much.” He couldn’t help but roll his eyes as his cousin defended Stefan. “Oh right, yeah, I forgot being good to her and a fucking nightmare to everyone else counted as fine to you.” He shrugged his shoulders when the other questioned him about Theo. “Not well, but I know Chloe and he are best friends, and well, if she’s friends with him, he can’t be bad. I have heard rumours that he’s gay though.” He smiled apologetically when she narrowed her eyes at him. “I don’t mean that, but honestly, how long before they do throw you under the bus?”
Narcissa bit back a response as Sirius told her he wasn’t going to go through with his match. Of course he wasn’t, and she couldn’t help the bitter feeling that settled in her gut. Jealousy, that he could be so blase about his match when she was terrified about her next one. “Well, at least for the time being, let me pity my cousin a little bit.” She brought her wine glass up to her lips, wry smile on her lips as he talked about Stefan. “As long as he treats my sister well, yes.” She knew defending Stefan’s... less savory actions wouldn’t sit well with her cousin. For once, she was having a decent moment with him, so she let the subject drop. She hummed, taking a sip of her wine as she took in what her cousin was saying. Theo likely wasn’t going to harm Andromeda, which was a relief. “Well, if he is gay, there’s ways to make that work.” While she didn’t know Theo, her mind was drawn to Phin and his betrothal to that spineless Selwyn girl. If he could make things work, so could Theo and Andy. She’d be safe. “Don’t remind me.” She took another sip of her wine. “I am surprised it’s taking my mother so long so come up with another match. Then again, the first one ended rather poorly.” Her mind was drawn to Lucius, how heartbroken he’d be if she were thrown into another betrothal. “Sebastian was sweet. I doubt my next match will be.”
evanofthorns:
Evan bit his lips as his cousin spoke. He felt stupid he lied to her about that, guilty even. And he wished she could forgive him. Quite frankly, he’d be lying again if he said he didn’t miss the days when both of them would play together. It was something he found himself thinking about more often than not, if he was honest. “I’m sorry I lied to you about this.” He finally said after a moment. But he couldn’t just leave it at that, so he took a deep breath before speaking again. “I didn’t know how to deal with… everything, back then. This was the only thing my mother left me, and I didn’t want to share it with anyone. I was selfish. And then it just felt like it was… too late to say anything.”
His eyes briefly glanced at the bench before he slid towards one end of it” No, go ahead.” He said, giving her a brief smile. He felt like he hadn’t spent nearly enough time with her in the past couple of months, and despite the fact he hid something from her, he was hoping they could catch up on it. Family had always meant something important, and hated how distanced from his cousins he’d grown. And while his relationship with his uncle and his aunt were… strained, to say the least, perhaps he could still save his relationship with his cousins. “Have you heard? About… about Elodie and me?” Evan surprised himself saying that. He thought he’d only tell the two people he already did, but he didn’t feel like hiding more from her. Not right now.
Narcissa eyed her cousin’s face carefully as he bit his lip. She could remember a time where she was a lot closer to Evan than she was now, when they could play the piano together at family parties. Piano had kept them connected almost as much as their blood, and when his mother died... It’d been the first time she’d felt her cousin slip away. And not the last. “Evan, you don’t need to explain anything. We’re family.” Even without the loss of one of her parents, she could understand the desire to keep something to herself. Gently, she reached out, placing a hand on his shoulder. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d even touched her cousin. How far had she let him slip away from her. “It’s forgiven. It’s forgotten.” A small smile turned at the corners of her lips in a vain attempt to assure him that things were fine, but she hardly knew if that would help him anymore.
Her smile only grew as he moved over on the seat, offering her enough room to sit down. It was a tighter squeeze than she remembered; then again, they’d been children then. They’d not been children for quite some time now. She was about to comment on the music before him when he spoke first, revealing another secret to her. “--Oh.” It hurt her a lot deeper than it should, hearing of the match. She was the last one left without a match, and seeing how closely tied Andromeda and Evan’s matches were, she could only imagine who Druella might pick for her. For a moment, she wanted to leave the piano, to write to Lucius in some vain attempt to fix what was likely already taking place... but her cousin needed her. Her troubles, Lucius Malfoy... they could wait. “No, I hadn’t. But she’s a sweet girl. I think she’d make you a good wife, in all honesty.” Elodie had always been someone Narcissa was quite fond of. The thought of her joining the family should have been a joyous one, but from the look on Evan’s face, he was troubled. “Do you want to talk about it?”
gxnemad·:
The sound of her heels echo against the marble floor, disregarding any attempts at subtlety. Why should she? Her reputation ensured her certain level of immunity and liberty from the social norms. Deciding to push it further when she approached the set of tables at the library her hand pulled the chair away, using more force than necessary only to create a creaking cacophony, smirking in satisfaction when she succeeded. As she positioned herself to sit down, she caught the pair of eyes staring at her. “You wanted to say something?” Voice as honey and saccharine smile completed her mask of amity, camouflaging the underlying threat in her voice.
“--He was just leaving, Bellatrix.” Narcissa looked up from Bella’s side, placing her book to the side as she gave the person before them a pointed look. A forced, tense smile curled up at the corners of her lips, and she batted her eyes, waiting for the man before her to catch the hint and do her bidding. Thankfully, he seemed to catch on that the sisters wanted nothing to do with his wandering eyes, and he picked up his things, leaving the table. Her eyes went back down to her Charms book, the tense smile fading into a small frown. “Have you spoken to Andy recently? I’m worried about her.”
malfoysluc·:
Lucius hated admitting his weakness, hated admitting when he was wrong or when he should’ve been better, but for Narcissa? He would have admitted anything she asked of him. He would’ve melted each time she looked at him if it was at all possible. Once he saw her wipe her own tears away, he reached his thumb up, brushing it across her cheekbone to stop her tears. “If you forgive me, I will never let you go through something like that again.” His voice was soft, a tone that was only ever reserved for her. As soft as it was, there was still a restraint to it, still holding himself back from acting on impulse as he wanted to do whenever he was around her. But then she spoke and all pretense of restraint he had was gone.
The hand resting on her cheek slid back to tangle in her hair, his other hand dropping hers to do the same, as if he needed to hold her close. “You’re the only one I want by my side too, Cissa.” Lucius leaned his forehead against hers, giving himself a few seconds to bask in the moment. “I want you to be there to call me on my shit,” he said, his voice not much more than a whisper. “I want you to you–” His lips gently brushed against hers as he shook his head. “I just want you.” With that, he kissed her, his hands curling into her hair as he used that touch as an anchor.
Narcissa felt as his thumb, warm on her skin, gently brushed what was left of her tears away. Whatever nerves or embarrassment she’d felt only a moment before, it was like he’d brushed those away, as well. He’d messed up... royally, but she found that she still trusted him implicitly. “You can’t make promises like that, love,” she murmured, her voice oddly soothing to her own ears. “You’ll never be sure you can keep it.” She reached over, gently moving some of his hair behind his ear as she let her gaze break from his for a second.
The sudden movement startled Narcissa, but she didn’t have much of a chance to react as she felt herself pulled closer to him. Only a soft gasp left her lips. There was a certain barrier of modesty the pair of them had, even when they were alone together. But it was as if, hair loose and necktie gone, door locked and emotions laid bare on the table, he’d lost all sense of that restraint. There was a fervor in his gaze, lingering behind his words, and she found herself pushing herself closer, hands moving to tangle in his hair as well, her body moving flush against his. She didn’t want anything between them--not ill will or even air. Her heart began racing, gazing up into his eyes as he leaned his forehead against her’s. It felt so terribly near, and for a moment, something akin to fear seized in her heart. She loved him. Her bottom lip trembled gently, his own lips so close that they grazed them when he spoke. I just want you to you-- “Anything.” When his lips finally found their home on hers, she couldn’t help the soft whimper that left her lips. She had him close, and as she kissed him back in earnest, she never wanted to let him go.
malfoysluc·:
Lucius was somewhat surprised to receive her owl, not because of the owl itself, but of the contents of the letter, telling him to meet her at the Leaky Cauldron. He followed the invitation, sure to be discreet about it so he wasn’t followed, and showed up at the time she’d said. He gathered a key from the front desk and started upstairs, letting his illusion charm fall as he knocked on the door once, then entered. It reminded him slightly of their time in Paris during break–being able to steal moments away under the same roof without worry of being caught–but as soon as he saw her, he knew Paris was a distant memory.
“Both of them?” His voice was quiet as he faltered in his path, too scared to break the spell the silence held over them. Logically, Lucius knew what this meant for families like theirs. She’d have a betrothal set up by the end of the month–if her mother even waited that long. “How long?” He stepped up to her finally, taking one hand in his as the other cupped her cheek. “How long do we have?”
Narcissa nodded, the quiet of his voice making her chest ache. “Both of them.” She paused, turning from her spot on the bed in the room to face him more directly. “And it’s not public knowledge, but Evan... My mother set one up for him, as well.” Truly, she was the last in the family without a match forced upon her. Even as she tried to keep her mind off of it, her mind was sent reeling with the possibilities of who her mother might match her with. Druella was a fearsome woman, and the pair were not on the best of terms at the moment. Her mother wouldn’t be searching for the best match for her, and she wouldn’t get another Sebastian. “I told my mother I some supplies I needed to purchase for a Charms project. We have some time, but not enough.” She squeezed his hand, leaning into his touch gently. “My mother betrothed Andromeda to Stefan’s cousin. I doubt she’ll be any kinder to me with her choice.”
stefanxxnott·:
Something about her demeanour made him lose the smile on his lips, brows furrowing as he tried to make sense of why she seemed so down. Perhaps it was something to do with her mother, he decided before nodding. “Give me a second.” he told the other before he went over to get himself some coffee and it wasn’t long after that he returned. “I was glad to receive your owl.” he told the other once he had taken the seat opposite her. “With everything going on.. I don’t know, I guess a few minutes out here to breathe seems like a good idea.” It was hard for him trying to dig into his mother’s past, and he was scared of what he was going to find out. “How are you doing?”
Narcissa watched as the smile slowly faded from Stefan’s lips--a sure sign in her eyes that he knew she knew. She sighed, nodding as Stefan walked off to grab his coffee. She felt awful for her sister, but yet again, her friend was caught up in the Black family’s mess. It felt unfair, and she took an uneasy sip of her latte. The lavender and vanilla notes did little to soothe her as she waited, offering Stefan a tense smile as he sat back down. “I agree. It’s suffocating in that house right now.” It was easy to open up to him; she trusted him more than anyone who wasn’t her blood. There wasn’t, perhaps, another soul who understood how dreadful home could be for her. “I’m... not well.” She paused, worrying her bottom lip as she tried to rephrase what she’d said. “Perhaps I’m as well as I can be, given the situation.” She was terrified. Her mother’s match for Andromeda seemed cruel; she couldn’t imagine what her mother had in mind for her. “And you? Tell me how you’re doing.”
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