Narcissa

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September 15th 1976

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He groans and pretends to give in,  “Ah, crack on then, and we’ll suffer in your absence,” and drums his fingers on the table impatiently. He gives her a thoughtful look, then spins her textbook around on the table and examines it. “I’ll leave if you don’t want me here, but Cissa,” he holds the book up next to his face, “…this over me?”

She had just turned her attention back to her studies when the Lestrange boy seized her textbook. Narcissa humoured him a moment as she glanced at his face and then the book. “Hmmm,” she mused, pretending to be in deep thought. “I don’t know, the muscle relaxant potion runs a pretty hard bargain, Mr Lestrange.”

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September 15th 1976

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“Perhaps not,” Lily replied evenly but made no attempt to move, and instead began to unpack her things as if to convey the message that she was staying put regardless. She knew that had never been the type of person to cause unnecessary bother, in the library of all places, and for that she was sure Madam Pince wouldn’t bother wasting any time actively watching her—but still, it was a quiet day, and for that reason alone she was sure the librarian wouldn’t be discriminating. She had felt her eyes on her as she walked through. “But even so, it’s probably best to air on the side of caution, no?”

Narcissa watched as the Gryffindor began to unpack her things. Insufferable. She was just doing this out of spite now. Well Narcissa wouldn’t give in. Narcissa rolled her eyes. “Aren’t you Gryffindors supposed to be brave? Why don’t you take it as a challenge, see how long you last before the old croon has enough of your rancid mane and throws you out.”   

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September 15th 1976

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Rodolphus isn’t the type to linger in this part of the castle, keeping his visits targeted and succinct. The librarian appreciates that much about him — if she frowns a bit at the books he signs out, he always returns them promptly and in good condition. Thus he sits, but doesn’t intend to settle in. Rodolphus chuckles at her little pout, that genuine reaction. Amusement twinkling in his eyes, he responds, “True, yet here you are all cooped up. I’ve come to free you, little bird!”

Narcissa doesn’t move her head from its downward tilt, but allows her eyes to glance up at the eldest Lestrange. She’d snort if it were lady-like, instead she settled for a small smile. “Go away, Rodolphus, I have work to do,” she says with mock sweetness. She hasn’t got the faintest idea as to what he has planned, but she’s quite content to keep it that way, despite her unfortunate track record with Rodolphus Lestrange. 

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September 15th 1976

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Althea didn’t care if she made any noise. She was pissed off, angry about the fifth year who’d taken her go-to table, only to have the audacity to tell her off when she asserted her claim. It was a bit ridiculous – she would admit that later on, when she’d had a chance to calm down a bit more. But for the moment, Althea was angry. When Narcissa spoke up, her eyes narrowed. However, she didn’t want to snap at Narcissa – nothing good would come of that. “Yes, and apparently my table still wound up being taken. Imagine that.”

Narcissa carefully placed her quill down, sitting back in her chair she let her eyes fall upon the other girl. Althea Travers. Her eyes had briefly widened at the Slytherin’s comment. After all she was a Travers, hardly anything to get too excited about, even with her favourable blood. Merlin, what would her mother have said if she’d known her youngest had been spoken to in such a way by a Travers! “I don’t know, I didn’t think you even knew where the library was,” Narcissa replied in an icy tone of her own.

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xocharity‌:

She realizes on the way down what’s happening, and her reaction is to brace herself, making the fall nonchalant, if graceless. “Sorry!” Charity exclaims, half grunting as she pushes herself up from the floor. She reaches out toward the skirt, “Let me fix- oh,” she cuts herself off just in time, noticing the glitter covered hands that would have made the problem worse in any attempt to brush it away. She pulls back, face flushing, “…best not do that, eh?” 

She took a step back on instinct, glad that the Hufflepuff came to her senses before she actually touched her skirt. “Certainly not,” Narcissa quipped back, her eyes now wide. “Why have you been doing a first grader’s project?” she asked, her brows furrowing as she searched for the source of the golden mess.

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September 15th 1976

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“I know.” Lily replied, but didn’t make a move to leave despite the rather unwelcome reception she had received. She wasn’t at all surprised to find that the library was near enough empty, it was such a nice afternoon that she imagined most were making the most of the remnants of the years’ sunshine outdoors, but she had been a little disappointed to find that the table she usually occupied was already taken. She supposed she could have sat somewhere else, but without really thinking about it she had headed over anyway and taken her seat without warning. “I swear I’ll be quiet so you can carry on with what you’re doing, it’s just this is one of the few tables in here where I don’t feel like I constantly have Madam Pince staring right through me.”

So their reasons for seeking out this particular table had been very similar, it didn’t mean that she was about to get sympathetic to simply letting the girl sit there. She cast her eyes over the redhead. What would any respectable pureblood think if they saw her sitting here holding conversation with one of such low blood. Narcissa glanced about them, bookcases enclosed this little space, the librarian was nowhere in sight. Most of the time, her sort stayed clear of Narcissa. The blonde raised her chin up slightly, her gaze levelling the 6th year evenly. “I can assure you that out of all the students in here, Madam Pince isn’t going to bother staring down at your straight laces.”

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September 15th 1976

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dorcas.

She didn’t really care for the library, with the underlying promise of bettering oneself, Madam Pince’ overpowering eau de toilette, and of course, the buzz kills that spent their time there. But Dorcas had spent the last few hours staring at the ceiling in her dorms until the edges of her vision were pulsating from lack of stimulation. When she couldn’t stand her own company for another minute, she pulled herself to her feet and stumbled through the first unlocked doors she could find. Much to both occupant’s apparent disappointment, Narcissa Black had been the first soul she’d come across. But for her many flaws of accomplishment and terrifying perfection, the beautiful blonde was better company than the harsh woman prowling through the shelves in search of misdeeds. Narcissa did not exaggerate Dorcas’ loud entrance, the chair leg’s scrapes or the great heave of a sigh that fell from her lungs as she joined the pristine blonde in the library’s golden lit corner. She noted the light reflecting off the girl’s hard cheeks. The sun was doing her wonders, making her annoyance all the more lovely.  “I noticed that. Scare everyone off, have you? So— What’s your plan, Black? All nighter? I’ll help you set up the tent. Your discomfort is my pleasure, after all.”

Narcissa made no effort to hide the burdened sigh that escaped her lips in a quick rush. Druella sure wouldn’t have been impressed by the unladylike display, but then again the other ‘witch’ wasn’t exactly one she needed to impress. She finally allowed her eyes to meet those of the brunette, her expression honest in its dissatisfaction. Of course it was one of those Gryffindors. She didn’t know why she had been so disillusioned to believe that she’d actually get any work done this afternoon. Still, holding on to some semblance of hope that the newcomer might scurry back to whatever hole she had climbed out of, Narcissa kept her quill poised above her parchment. She could only hope. “Do all Gryffindors have attention deficits? What will it take for me to scare you off too?”

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xocharity‌:

Charity Burbage rushes through the corridors with the energy of a star about to explode, and the glittery trail behind her to match. Her hair is unkempt and her eyes a bit glazed, her mind obviously elsewhere. She is clutching a half-ream of papers as if they were diamond encrusted, and this precious parchment is the apparent source of the sparkly dust falling behind her with each step. Suddenly she veers, as if she’s lost her balance somehow…

Narcissa was glad to be done with class for the day. She was minding her own business, taking her time as she walked back towards her common room. She saw the movement of the other girl first followed by a great wave of golden glitter. Glitter which caused Narcissa’s eyes to widen as it landed right onto the skirt of her uniform. “What in Salazar’s name-” she let her gaze fall from her skirt to the girl who was currently sprawled at her feet. She didn’t recognise her, she definitely didn’t circulate in her circle, still the sight of her was pitiful. “You got glitter on my skirt,” she said, her brow raised, her tone even.

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September 15th 1976

Location: The Library

There was something unexplainably soothing about the library at golden hour. The bookcases glowed in the warmth of the sun which streaked through the windows in a way that it never could in the Slytherin common room. Narcissa sighed as she located a quiet table in the far corner of the library, far away from the main thoroughfare, content to work away at her Potions essay in some peace and quiet. Unfortunately her peace and quiet only lasted a couple of minutes before the chair across from her scraped back loudly followed by the unmistakeable sound of a body falling into said chair. The blonde didn’t bother looking up from her work as she set her jaw, “The library’s just about empty you know.”  

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INTRODUCTION

did i just see narcissa black walking through the corridors? it must be her… though i could’ve sworn the pureblood fifth year told me to look for them in the slytherin common room! i must’ve been mistaken, since sometimes they get confused for lucy boynton. they remind me of black velvet bows tied neatly, heels clipping daintily on polished hardwood floors, fur coats, painted nails, bell sleeves, unopened jewellery boxes. some people describe them as charming & loyal, though i’ve heard they can be pretty manipulative & narcissistic, too. here’s hoping they have a great term, either way!  —— [ bec, she/her, GMT+11, none ]