( samara weaving. cisfemale. she/her. ) NARCISSA BLACK was last seen leaving diagon alley. i remember the TWENTY-FIVE year old from school, i think they were a SLYTHERIN. but now they’re working as an UNEMPLOYED. when people see them they say they’re reminded of the brim of porcelain teacups stained with deep red, blonde locks falling loose and free laced with slight recklessness, family jewels embellishing an age old wealth. it’s probably because their loyalties lie with the DEATH EATERS.
about;
from the moment narcissa black was birthed into this world, anything she could possibly desire was at her fingertips. the youngest of three, in a last attempt for a son who could carry on the family name; with no luck, the blacks would instead shape narcissa into the perfect bride to be, the diamond for her eventual season.
years in the making, her parents were strict with her, where they were more lenient with her sisters. socialization was tough, never allowed to explore what the bigger world had to offer. all connections were carefully curated, arranged. straying away from what was approved of meant punishment, meant shame. for this, her time at hogwarts was cherished. time away from prying eyes, during those years she’d rebel where she could. however, the black family always had a way of finding out.
eventually accepting the extent of her family’s prying eyes, narcissa did what she could to embrace it. after all, she’d learn, there was a much bigger picture than the one she saw before her, one that would change the wizarding world forever.
those she knew, those she’d befriended over the years had chosen a side. it made sense to narcissa that she’d choose the same. those of the death eaters were at the top of the food chain, why would she choose to stray from that? she’s long since learned that going against her parents advice is more trouble than it’s worth. they only want what’s best for her, right? the last thing she wants is a burn mark in her place upon the tapestry. her sister, andromeda, a prime example of what happens to anyone who strays.
for the past three years, her parents have attempted to arrange a marriage between narcissa and someone they approve of. a pureblood, someone worthy of their daughter’s hand. wanting more out of a marriage than connivence, a slew of betrothals have been sabotaged. unluckily for her, her parents patience is wearing thin.
personality;
a chameleon of sorts, narcissa knows how to adapt to most situations. for that, she often comes off as false to those who don’t know her. for those who do, it’s what’s behind her eyes that gives her away.
while she’s mostly grown out of it since her time at hogwarts, narcissa still has the occasional “mean girl” streak.
at the end of the day, at her core, narcissa is lonely. having most, if not all, of her relationships curated for her by her parents causes her to question relationships, whether or not they’re genuine or certain.
andromeda’s a very touchy subject for her. in many ways, secretly, she admires her sister’s bravery; in others, she sees where it’s gotten her and wants nothing to do with it.
