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Narcissa Malfoy Née Black. Pur. Complexe.

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Not just another Birthday

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mxflyy‌:

His smile grows slightly, but he does not feel reassured that she is okay.  For Lucius at least, she had telling attributes when she was nervous or unhappy.  Usually he knew why, in fact alot of the time it was probably his own fault.  But he was genuinely at a loss this time.  Perhaps she did not relish having a house full of people either, he was not entirely sure, but he again pressed his lips to her forehead and held out his hand for her to take.   “Sounds perfect.”

[Time Jump] Narcissa descended the stairs, a pleasant smile gracing her features as guests milled about the foyer. She had excused herself momentarily to reapply her lipstick and perfume and was now rejoining the festivities. She had a glass of champagne in her hand that she was itching to sip, but had not. She longed to find her husband, but she had to speak some pleasantries to the Rosier’s who stood at the bottom of the stairs. When she had thanked them for their attendance and promised them she was well, she went off in pursuit of Lucius. She caught his eye from across the study and smiled. She mouthed, ‘a drink’ and raised her eyebrows, questioning. 

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alicebarnettbottcm‌:

She shakes her head. “They made their choice,” she says. “It’s their fault if they can’t grow up and see what a wonderful man he is.” She nods in agreement, though Narcissa’s expression has her frowning. “Are you okay? You look a bit faint.”

She smiles brightly, “I am quite alright, I apologize, I have just realized I am direly late for an appointment. I am also sorry I could not have been more helpful with your seating chart. Let me know if you need anything related to the wedding, mine thankfully went off without a hitch so I would be more than happy to straighten out any kinks that might come your way.” Her smile falters when she stands, “Goodbye then, sorry again.”

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mxflyy‌:

His brows knit into concern as she slumps.  “Are you alright?”  He asks and sets the pan down, turning the heat off the stove.  “I suppose eggs or pancakes would be nice, I fell asleep before having dinner last night.”   His features soften slightly as he smiles.  “My birthday has already started better than any of my previous ones, so do not worry about that.”

“Yes, I am alright,” She makes herself brighten, not wishing to let on her state just yet. She had thought for a long time about when to break the news to Lucius about her pregnancy. She had told him a week or so after she had grown suspicious in the past, only to lose the child days later. It always took a toll on them both, and they were already predisposed to difficulties communicating their feelings. This time, she wanted to wait a bit longer, but she despised feeling alone in this situation. Seven weeks had passed and she needed to tell him. She had planned to save the news for later on in the day when they were alone. She smiles at him, holding out her hand, “Let us have a bath and we’ll come back to a nice breakfast made for us.” 

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noctevigent‌:

Fenrir chuckles as she takes his dig well. “So from one stuffy castle to another?” He can’t help but continue it. “Someone has to fill those four walls with stuff. I assume your husband isn’t going to do it.” Fenrir shifts to make himself comfortable next to Narcissa, relaxing where he is there. “Cabin fever, you could call it. Being bored is just along for the ride.”

“You could say that. It’s no damp cave, but it is home to me. You may not understand.” She narrows her eyes, though her smile stays firmly in place. “I do despise the boredom of being a housewife. Perhaps if my husband was not so busy with work, I would be more entertained. Alas, he is entranced with his cases. So you are my entertainment.” 

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timor vincit omnia

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mollsprewettweaslxy‌:

“I’m about three months,” she said. “I feel like I’m six or seven, though,” she added as she laughed.

“Oh?” Narcissa’s eyebrows crease, she is clearly troubled by the other woman’s comment, “Why do you say that?” 

[floreo-flora]

23 september 1979 ;;

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floreo-flora‌:

I wanted to just spend the day at home, but my dad wanted some peace and quiet, so I’ve been exiled to go and have fun for my birthday.

“I am plenty fun. I may not be able to drink, but I can watch and encourage you to drink!” She grins, “What is the best gift you’ve received today?”

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antheamckinncn‌:

They nod. “It’s stinky to play too,” they say. “Perfect. Alright, now we start preparing the meat, you ready?”

She raises her eyebrows, “Is it stinky to watch?” She shakes her head, “Sorry, yes, I believe I am.”

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pandoracrxss‌:

Pandora smiles at her and shrugs. She isn’t one to dissemble, especially since, if she’s being honest, she isn’t very good at it. But she also doesn’t see the point, especially when it’s something as common as having trouble in life. Who doesn’t? “I’m a spell inventor,” she says, clearly proud. “Mostly it’s free-lance, but I’ve done stuff for the Ministry and St. Mungo’s and places like that.”

Narcissa sits up a bit straighter, happy for the distraction. She’d hardly hard an interesting conversation not regarding her marriage or her pregnancy in what felt like months. She was immediately drawn to Pandora’s title, “How fascinating,” she smiled, “How did you get into spell inventing exactly, I have always been a bit fuzzy on the science of it?”

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Not just another Birthday

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mxflyy‌:

He laughs and shakes his head.  He wanders over to the frying pan to inspect it and shakes his head again.  “Darling, they are fine.  You know i like crispy eggs anyway.  The toast however, maybe not be salvageable.  But that’s okay.   I would really rather not ask the elves to cook for me, not after the disaster was apparently meant to be spaghetti.  I would far rather have what you have made me.”    He smiles and takes the pan off of the heat.   “Honestly, the eggs look good enough.”

She crosses her arms, frowning as he inspects the pan. She had had an appetite when she woke up, but she feels sick now. She makes a face, “I do not feel well,” she slumps, “Let me ask them, darling, they need to learn through practice. What would you like it is your birthday, I do not wish it to start out for you with burned toast and hard eggs.” 

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mxflyy‌:

He scoffs at his wife’s reply and shakes his head, smirking.  “No reason.”  He says in a playful tone.  There were actually very few places and times were Lucius was this sort of man.  But alone with his wife, often sparked something in him that others would surely not recognise coming from Lucius Malfoy.  He laughs and wraps his hands around her middle, pressing a kiss to her forehead and then to her lips.   “What might you making?  And why have you relieved the elves of cooking.   Did you decide that I have been right this entire time and your cooking is without a doubt better than whatever they attempt to make.”

Narcissa smiled when his arms wrapped around her, “Oh!” she exclaimed, struggling to get out of his grip, now, “You’ll make me burn the eggs!” She walked back to the stove, frowning as she scooped them out of the pan, fairly brown on the bottoms. She took the toast from the toaster and sighed, it had burned. She turned back to him, frowning, “I am a terrible cook. What would you like, I will have the elves make it. We can go to the dining room.” 

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andromedastella‌:

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Andromeda had been sent to one of the makeshift healing centers to continue working, and though everyone still seemed a little shaken, she was starting to find comfort in the routine of her work. No matter where she was, people still needed help with minor injuries and more calamitous issues, and she knew what she needed to do with these. Healing others physically was far less complex and difficult than it was to heal whatever was broken inside. She was sorting through potion bottles by hand, using her wand to repair those she came across which were chipped or cracked, when the door opened. She glanced up, barely having the time to school her expression into one of professional courtesy when she saw that it was Narcissa of all people.

“Mrs. Malfoy,” she said, remembering just in time that Narcissa was no longer Miss Black, just as she had left that name behind herself. “What do you need?”

Narcissa had awoken in a panic, something feeling off from the moment she opened her eyes. As soon as the sun had risen, Narcissa left the cottage. She traveled by floo network to Diagon Alley, feeling too feeble to travel by apparation. She needed medical attention, but privately. The Black family doctor had been injured in the attack on St. Mungos, and she had nowhere else to turn. She was looking for one of the pop-up centers, to see a healer. She opened a door that was unmarked, thinking it must have been an office of some kind. She was not expecting to, but she came face to face with her sister. She only paused for a moment. Desperation was evident on her features, “Andromeda, I think I’m miscarrying again, I need your help.” Her voice cracked, “Please.” 

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Not just another Birthday

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mxflyy‌:

Having allowed the last few words of his mothers letter to settle in ‘I’ll be seeing you soon, my son to wish you a happy birthday in person’      Lucius stood from his bed.   He could only assume that this meant Narcissa had invited his mother, because he had not.   If she came alone that would be one thing, however despite his many flaws Abraxas had made a point all through Lucius’s life of never missing a birthday.  It was possibly his only redeeming quality as a parent.  Sighing he pulls on his robe.  As much as he did not relish the idea of seeing his father, or rather his parents together, he did however,  appreciate that it came from a good place.   Frankly, he could allow his birthday to pass by and not notice, however he would not share that with his wife, for fear of hurting her feelings.  He knew exactly what sight would grace him when he left the bedroom.   He knew that their home would probably be donned in decorations and have a busy atmosphere.    

Setting his mothers card on his bedside table he went to leave and find Narcissa.   Upon opening the bedroom door he was instantly greeted by one of their many elves who only came up to Lucius’s shin.  Rolling his eyes at it wishing him a birthday he wandered down the grand staircase, tying his robe as he did so.   His head turned as he walked, looking at the many decorations, most of which he did not realise they even owned.   He couldn’t help but smile despite himself, he realised that this was his first birthday as a husband and perhaps he had prejudged birthdays in his youth, because already this was nothing compared to the ones he had in the Malfoy Manor.    As he hit the last stair he was hit by the smell of cooking food, and made his way to the kitchen, where he caught sight of Narcissa.   His smile softens as he gets closer to her.   “Is there something important going on today?”  He says sarcastically, though continues to smile. 

Narcissa cracks some eggs into a pan, using a spatula to turn them over after about a minute. She feels only a bit more comfortable with cooking since Anthea’s lessons. She used to steer clear of the kitchen altogether but recently found herself embarrassed at her lack of knowledge of the place. She thought it important to be able to cook her husband food that he enjoyed. Instead of just relying on the elves all the time, she now cooked nearly two meals a week. An impressive feat for her. She turns around immediately when her thoughts are interrupted by her husband's voice. “You are awake,” She comments, a smile spreading over her features to match his. She pads over to him, stepping on her tiptoes to press a kiss to his lips. “Nothing out of the ordinary, no.” Her smile grows a bit wider, “Why? 

[morewinepls]

the wrist touch. You’re welcome.

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mxflyy‌:

Some years Lucius would almost forget that it was actually his birthday, the only reminder being that his mother would always, at the very least give him a card.  Honestly, it didn’t really mean alot to him.  Just another year older.  The only birthday he himself had found any significance in was his eleventh.  The year he went to Hogwarts and would finally get out from under his fathers thumb.  This year might not have been important to him however, and he may well have  forgotten about it, but Narcissa had brought it up several times in the weeks leading towards it.  Maybe she had a different idea as to how he would be spending it.   He just hoped that didn’t mean some kind of party.  He was turning twenty eight, not exactly a milestone.     When he awoke on the morning of his birthday it seemed just like any other day, and to him it was.  The birds were singing, the sun streaming into he and Narcissa’s bedroom and his wife had clearly woken before him.   The only slightly different thing so far was that his owl was perched on the edge of the bed, holding what looked to be a message donned in his mother’s handwriting.  

Sitting up and rubbing at his eyes, he momentarily wondered where Narcissa was, though the sound of his snowy owl hooting softly steered him back to the parchment she was holding.   “Alright.”  Lucius says sternly and the bird drops the envelope into his hands and proceeds to fly elegantly out of the window.  It was a birthday card as he had thought.   He sighs.    Another birthday.  

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Narcissa had awoken eager and excitable, butterflies bumping around in her stomach which had kept her up for most of the night. She had something positive to focus on, something she knew she would do well: plan a party. No one had ever said Narcissa Black couldn’t plan a party well, and now as Narcissa Malfoy, she felt she ought to go all out for her husband’s birthday. Not only was it important to her to do something to commemorate this day, but she also felt it important to show the world that the Malfoys were better than ever, thriving even, despite the current climate. She had busied the house elves with decorating the cottage, the one and only time it would ever be opened to their friends and family before they moved to the Manor, and she knew it had to look spectacular. She descended the stairs as the sun was rising, and found the elves gracing the banisters and hall tables with golden tinsel. The foyer was decorated with floating candles, waiting for the guests to arrive to become lit. 

She drew her robe a bit tighter around her thin bodice as she entered the kitchen, and removed her wand from her pocket, flicking it to start a burner on the stove to bring the kettle to a boil. She put some bread in the toaster and removed some eggs from the fridge, feeling relaxed as she went through the motions of preparing breakfast. 

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Timor Vincit Omnia with Lucius

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mxflyy‌:

Lucius was now rubbing at his temple, it felt like at least ten minutes of silence between him talking and her talking, though it was probably more like ten seconds.  Whenever they got into a minor argument he would think of his parents marriage and how he never wanted that.  Nothing was ever resolved. So as much as speaking from the heart was not his strong suit by any means,  he always did his best to resolve the fight, however minor before sleeping.   When she did speak it calmed him to know that she had heard and fully taken in everything he had said.  Getting to his feet, he wanted nothing more than to get into their bed.  He was extremely tired, and more than that he wanted to be close to Narcissa again.  “I love you too.”  He says in a low register and pads over to the bed, crawling in next to her, he puts his hand on her hip.   “Please do not turn your back on me.”

His words brought a sense of peace to her, and she reminded herself that he was alive and that’s all that really mattered. Narcissa turned around when he crawled into bed and settled into his side. She rested one hand on his chest, immediately calmed by the rhythmic beat of his heart. She laid her head in the crook of his neck and let her eyes fall closed. “Goodnight darling,” she said, and could already feel him gently snoring. 

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cordellaearline‌:

It stings, the fact that Narcissa assumes she’s some new girlfriend, that Hercules never mentioned her to Narcissa when for a while there Naricssa was very nearly all he could talk about. It stings, but she doesn’t let it show. “I’m not his girlfriend. I don’t have him, at least not like that, and before you ask I don’t want to, either. I’m not here on his behalf; I wanted to know what kind of person would give up someone like Herc for someone like Lucius Malfoy. Now I do.” As Narcissa puffs up, Cordella retreats back within herself. The anger is still a tight coil inside of her, but it’s lesser now that she understands.

Narcissa is genuinely surprised by the fact that Cordella is not seeing Hercules and that she does not want to. She tries to hide this surprise on her face, but she thinks she fails to do so. She raises her eyebrows, “Oh, you know what kind of person I am, do you? Tell me, how have you seen so clearly into the depths of my soul to understand me? You must have a powerful gift of legilimency, how lucky for you.” 

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cordellaearline‌:

Somehow, it’s exactly the right thing to say. It confirms what she’d already suspected, that Narcissa is selfish, and scared, and a little bit stupid. “If you really think that, you never knew him at all.” It gives her great satisfaction to say, and in it she manages to find room for some pity for the spoiled, sheltered girl before her. “He’s alive and unharmed. He wasn’t even at St. Mungo’s for the attack.”

Narcissa slumps, her hand falling to her waist as she visibly relaxes. She gives herself a few moments to regain her composure before she refocuses her attention on Cordella. She shakes her head, “You would really love it if I hadn’t known him well, wouldn’t you?” She sneers, a wave of new anger rousing in her at the game the other woman had played with her. To play such a cruel trick was vile, “The truth is, I knew him. I really did. Whatever girlfriend you are with a bone to pick, I suggest you take a look at how insecure this conversation renders you. You may have him now, but that does nothing to diminish what he and I had. I have no idea what you hope to achieve here, but if you knew him at all, you would know he despises being spoken on behalf of.” Her jaw tightens and she straightens her posture, “What exactly is it that I can do for you, Cordella Figg?”