dark sapphire blood

Narcissa Black. 15. Slytherin. Please don't call me 'Cissy' unless I've given you permission to do so. i had a dream last night there were ravens above my bed

[narcissablackss]

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secondsonofblack: 

It was the initial day of the journey, the first day back at the hell and the refuge called Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. A welcome escape from the claustrophobic constraints of Grimmauld Place that was called his home, and a hell of its own nature. This year would be different. Every year had been hard, painful, disappointing, but this year would be even more drastically terrible. Regulus could feel it in his bones. 

He tried to put the thoughts from his head. Not because he was deluded enough to believe they’d stay away if he ignored them, but because he was meeting Cissa today for the first time in weeks and he’d let nothing ruin that. Not his pessimism, not his black sense of foreboding, not the pain he carried in him ever since—Don’t think of his name! 

(Ever since the boy who used to be his brother ran away.)

Regulus found an empty compartment in the place Cissa had directed him towards via missive. It was only a few seconds before she showed up, prompt as ever.

"Finally!" she said, as if she’d been looking for a very long time. He realized that she had; he’d picked a compartment emphatically away from the other bundles of people, not wanting to deal with them. "I was starting to think you stood me up."

Regulus smiled sheepishly. “Sorry, Cissa. I just wanted a compartment where no one could bother us.”

Ever the gentleman, he got up and handled her luggage. Unlike her sisters, Cissa didn’t mind this chivalry. She knew also that he did out of a genuine love for her, not just because it was a cursory mannerism.

"You’ll see it’s for the best. Tell me, how have you been?" He settled next to his cousin, his best friend. The only sister he had. He took her hand. "Missed me?".

"Missed you?" She raised an eyebrow playfully. "What, when I'm constantly surrounded by the most delightful company the wizarding world can provide? And by delightful i mean boring. Mother keeps dragging me along everywhere she goes, and most of her acquaintances are so old and stuffy they might as well be dead already. She wants to show me off, I suppose - her thropy daughter. I'm the only one out of the three that she can count on not to cause a scandal in some way."

She sighed, resting her head against Regulus' shoulder. "Of course I've missed you."

And as she said it she realised just how true it was. Even his physical presence was enough to make her feel calmer, less wound-up. It had always been that way. Regulus was an anchor she could cling to, one of the few constants in her life. Those two months without him had been too long. There was a part of her that wished it could just be the two of them together, always, for the rest of their lives, undaunted by the wars their parents were fighting - 

"But the real question is," she continued, smiling, pushing those thoughts aside for the moment - "How have you survived the summer without me? Your hair looks like a mess. Do you even bother to use a comb when I'm not around?"

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Those wasted hours we used to know // Narcissa & Regulus // September 1st

"No!" Narcissa said sharply when a bunch of second-year hufflepuffs, munching on sugar-glazed donuts, attempted the enter the train compartment where she had installed herself. "This one's taken."

They all glanced at her quietly - probably taking in her sleek black dress, the gold locket that she wore around her neck, her expensive suitcase - before disappearing. Narcissa smiled to herself. She hated sharing her personal space, especially if was with kids who talked with their mouth full and didn't know how to dress themselves. 

She had lost her sisters somewhere among the hustle and bustle of platform 9 3/4 - or maybe they had abondonned her purposefully. Either way, she did not care much. she would see them again soon enough - and it had been a long, long summer. There was only one person she really wanted to see right now. 

There had been a time when she and Regulus would see each other every day of their summer vacation - they'd run off to the attic of their grandparent's house, or the back of the garden, where no one would bother them, and revel in each other's company. But now that they were older they had duties, things to do, places to be. It had been weeks since she had last seen him. She missed his face. His voice. The way he would sometimes squeeze her hand affectionately, pressing his thumb into her palm. No one else touched her like that - so careless, so kind. 

"Finally!" she exclaimed when she caught sight of a familiar face on the other side of the glass compartment door. "I was starting to think you stood me up."

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N A R C I S S A   B L A C K slytherin, 5th year, narcissablackss

look like the innocent flower, but be the serpent underneath it

wherever narcissa black goes, people talk about her. she rarely talks about other people. she doesn’t need to. she can make it perfectly clear what she thinks of you with a single depreciatory look or raised eyebrow. and people work hard to make sure that narcissa likes them, because if she doesn’t… well, your social life might suffer. 

the youngest of the three black sisters, narcissa is renowed for her beauty and elegance, but she’s also a hard worker. she insists on perfection in every aspect of her life, including her academic results. but even if she stays up all night learning, she will appear at breakfast looking fresh-faced and so much lovelier than you can ever aspire to be. she is determined to make her family proud, and to live up to the promise of her pureblood heritage.

she has always played her cards well. she knows how to make people like her. she can play the belle of the ball, the ditzy blonde, the innocent youngest daughter. she will put her hand on your arm and laugh at your jokes and extract your deepest, darkest secrets from you, and you won’t even be aware of it. she will smile at you all evening, but there is no kindness in her eyes. 

narcissa black probably doesn’t care about you, but oh, she cares about her family. she is fiercely protective of her older sisters, no matter what they get up to. one might even say that caring is her biggest weakness. because caring too much makes you vulnerable. it makes you weak. narcissa will lie awake at night, her throat tight with fear, thinking of what might happen to her family if the dark lord doesn’t succeed. 

but don’t even think about calling narcissa weak to her face. her smile will cut you like a knife and she will leave you trembling. narcissa black will always leave you trembling, even if, under her ice cold facade, she is trembling as well.