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zhenyaselwyn‌:

Zhenya had been searching for her cousin — seeking to get away from the curious stares from those who remembered her as a Grindelwald supporter, one who had possibly participated in those attacks. She just wanted to be with someone, anyone who knew the truth — and wouldn’t be judging her past her front cover. But as she noticed raised voices, a small smile arose upon her lips as she realised it was Cissa; someone who wouldn’t condemn her like the rest, especially now she knew the truth. “And if that doesn’t convince you, I’m sure my reputation will.” She replied coldly at the second year, as she moved her wand to instantly dry Narcissa’s hair to be as it’s usual self as she raised an eyebrow, waiting for the younger student to leave their presence.

Upon seeing Zhenya, Narcissa breathed a deep sigh of relief. She was thankful to see the child scurry off, nodding obediently as they ran off. “Thank you,” Narcissa said quickly, very nearly reaching a breaking point at the embarrassment of her appearance on top of the pressure of seeing her father again soon. “Goodness, I mean, I know storms can be sudden but - but I swear that was a personally targeted rainstorm!” She was still flustered, waving a wand over her clothes to gather herself a bit more. “How positively embarrassing, I’m sorry you had to see me like that-” she said, as if Zhenya hadn’t seen her drawing a wand on her at one point. That was a much lower point in her life than being soaked by rain. “It’s nice to be scary, isn’t it?”

#zhenya.#zhenya: 005

daveybro‌:

“My mum did it better.” Davey said flippantly, waving the hand that was previously resting on the shoulder of the retreating Second Year. “Oh, I’m always itching for an eyepatch or broken arm. Don’t you know me at all?” He laughed. “But, no, that’s hardly the reason. I just thought I should save that poor child from your whining, is all.”

“Didn’t you hear what I did to Bagman, you imbecile?,” she spat out, glaring at the boy. “And he’s my friend, so don’t think I’ll hesitate to behead you.” An easy eye roll before she sneered at him once more. “That poor child was just taught a lesson in the ladder of respect that I ought to start charging to teach. You’re too protective.” A small laugh. “You won’t always be there to save everyone, you know. Don’t you think they should learn to stand for themselves?”

#chat.#davey.#davey: 001

daveybro‌:

Coming seemingly out of nowhere, Davey rested a hand on the shoulder of the poor, little Second Year and faced Narcissa with a wide grin. “I like this look on you, Narcissa.” He nodded approvingly, “The wet rat style, it really suits you.”

“Wet rat?,” Narcissa spat out at the boy whose comforting arm around Cissa’s latest victim was nothing but an annoyance. “Thank you, dearest. I modeled it after your mother.” She gestured that the Second Year should leave and said ‘remember what I said-’ as they walked away, facing Davey entirely. “Was there any reason in particular you wanted to bother me on this stormy morning?” Her wand waved, whipping her hair back into perfection. “Itching for an eye patch or broken arm, are we?”

#davey.#davey: 001 #chat.

omnia-vcnitas-blog

“Is it supposed to look like that?”

nrcissvblvck-blog

“Goodness, Emma, I only tried a new curling spell for my hair. Is it that bad?”

#chat.#emma.#emma: 003

dadwardbones‌:

Who: Edward Bones & Anyone When: Sunday, March 5th, 1978. 11:32am Where: His makeshift office

After months on the job at Hogwarts, it was time for Edward Bones to go home. It wasn’t that he necessarily wanted to leave, but deep down, he knew it was time. Ever since he’d arrived at the school, Edward had worn himself thin trying to protect the students of Hogwarts and solve tragic case after tragic case. Despite his efforts, the Aurors had learned next to nothing and the students were in just as much danger as they had been on Halloween. And what did Edward have to show for his time here? More grey in his hair, dark circles under his eyes, and a wounded leg that just wouldn’t heal. He had a stack of letters from parents accusing him of doing a poor job, and an inquiry at work over Charlotte’s betrayal. Worst of all, his time at Hogwarts had done nothing but strain his relationship with his children.

Edward Bones was leaving Hogwarts feeling rather defeated, but no one could say he hadn’t tried. Perhaps the greatest lesson he’d ever learned from his leadership role in the Auror Department was how to entrust others with important work. Sometimes, though he didn’t like to admit it, he just wasn’t the best man for the job and this time, he wasn’t. As Edward packed up his office, he sorted materials he thought might be of use into a box for his team, the rest into a box he would take with him back to the Ministry. He supposed he might like to spend some time in his real office for a change, take his wife to lunch, and not be under the constant pressure of protecting the students of Hogwarts. Not to mention how nice it would be to sleep in his own bed, cook his own meals, and actually have some real time off. But before he could leave, Edward intended to say his goodbyes.

Narcissa was wandering around without much aim. She was often found doing just that. Her mother had always said that walking with too much purpose was unladylike - it threatened to raise an eyebrow when she was so often considered to have her head high in the clouds. However, that day she truly didn’t have much purpose. She was nearing the end of the last bottle of perfume Druella had sent her before her murder. While she could buy herself another bottle without so much as a second thought it was another reminder that her mother would never be the one to send her such a lovely surprise again. Those little reminders were everywhere, and as she walked through the halls she was simply desperate for anything to keep her mind away from the diamond-shaped floral-scented reminder.

She walked past the door she knew Edgar’s father had taken up office in. She recalled their sickly sweet conversation where he saw right through the saccharine in her voice. Not many people could, so for that she had to commend the man. Only she was far past the mood for congratulations on being so observant, the pain from her mother’s death cutting deep once more. “Gone so soon?,” she asked - that same sugary voice he’d caught onto so easily. “Pity, we’ll miss you so very much. But I suppose you and all your Auror pals will do better outside of the castle walls than stuck in here, isn’t that right? Considering how proactive you were at stopping the slaughter of my family from Hogwarts?” Her tone quickly slid from cavity-inducing to acidic. “Or, can we be candid here, Mr. Bones - perhaps you were all just glad someone else did the job for you?”

#death tw #Edward.#edward: 002 #chat.

“I’m not exaggerating when I tell you if you say one word about the state of my hair it’ll be the last word you speak.” Narcissa hissed at the Second Year, desperate to remember her hair spells. “That rain came out of - well, nowhere! Did you know storms do that?!”

#morsmordre starter

NARCISSA BLACK + the little things

mother always said it was the details that people noticed. at least the people who mattered. always have spotless shoes always curl your lashes. never shake a hand without a glove on. you must be UNTOUCHABLE.

your hair must be perfect, your lips distractingly pink. the jewels on your neck must sparkle, so as to keep the attention away from the dishonesty in your eyes.

follow my rules, she would say to me. follow my rules and you will not only survive. you, like a blindingly beautiful phoenix from the ashes of underestimation will r i s e.

#morsmordre points #about.#moodboard.#narcissa malfoy #narcissa black

adbellatrix

Black Sisters + Childhood

In this house I knew we were alive Nothing was too painful to survive We faced the world together The three of us forever side by side

@forgottenandromeda @nrcissvblvck

#about.#sisters.

breathtakingqueens

Lily James attending the premiere of ‘Mamma Mia! Here We Go Again’ held at the Eventim Hammersmith Apollo in London, England (16.07.18)

#mirror.#waiting for more gifs but in the meantime cry w me

forgottenandromeda:

Since Christmas, Andie’s relationship with her sisters had been off. It was to be expected with Bella, as she was the one who’d broken Andie’s heart so completely. But even with Cissa, who hadn’t been involved at all, Andie didn’t feel the same closeness with her little sister as she used to. It made her cling even tighter to Cissa when she could. So much had changed, and so much would change in the future, and she just wanted something that would be the same. But it didn’t work. Things still felt off, and the week-long trip Cissa had taken didn’t help. But when her sister returned, Andie went to meet her as soon as she heard Cissa was back.

“Cissa, you know that you were just as beautiful before you went to Paris as you are now. But because I’m a good sister, I’ll agree. You look wonderful.” She wrapped Cissa in a hug, as a sudden and unexpected wave of guilt struck her. She should have been a better sister; Cissa needed support and Andie had been too wrapped up in her own struggles to offer that. “Did you come back with an entirely new wardrobe?”

Andromeda, Narcissa thought to herself, must have fallen into the same trap she had laid so nicely for everyone else in the school. Believing her to be an oblivious, silly girl with no concern for anything beyond her vanity mirror. Andromeda must have believed that after losing their mother, nothing had shifted even further than it already had between the two of them. Or perhaps, like Narcissa herself, she was only in denial. To live your whole life, though it may have only been a short sixteen years in Narcissa’s case, and knowing through that entire time that you had one thing that was more important than anything else - your love for your sisters - only to one day feel that love slipping through your fingers like the sand on the beaches of the Great Lake... it was devastating.

Narcissa had had enough devastation. Instead, just as Andromeda seemed to be doing, she was denying the true scale of the situation. Choosing to ignore just how different things felt between the two of them. Sure, Cissa would admit she acted as though she was the only one hurting over Druella’s death but, in her own defense, she was only a child and her mother was everything to her. Her mother had poured her heart and soul into raising a different kind of soldier than the one Cygnus had molded Bellatrix into. Sometimes Cissa wanted to tell Andromeda that she had done that for her. She’d taken on the weight of Druella’s expectations like a tiny blonde Atlas so that Andromeda wouldn’t have to find herself beneath that debilitating globe of incessant fear of letting Druella down. But instead of saying that, she only smiled and wrapped her arms around her sister as well.

“Oh my sweet sister not only did I return with an entirely new wardrobe but I’m also quite sure I’ve found my dream engagement ring. I was so smitten with it I took a picture! I’m thinking of sliding it into Lu’s morning news one of these days!,” she said with a loud laugh. “Also I found you this necklace! I know you’ve already got plenty, but I got Bella this giant obsidian necklace and I saw this and thought it was a little more... you.” It was a small diamond in the shape of a teardrop, and she handed it to her with a smile. “I also came back with a lot of sweets. Though I ate far too many on the train here!”

#chat.#andromeda.#andromeda: 007

lucius-ii:

Her arm wrapping around his neck filled him with far too much satisfaction. How easily she stroked his ego. A year ago Lucius never would have imagined feeling this way because of Narcissa. Regardless of the chaos swirling around the rest of the castle, she had the unique ability to ground him in the present moment. She was it. The reason he had joined up in this fight. She was everything he wanted to protect, preserve, and bring prosperity to. She was his future, the future, of their pureblood lineage.

It was almost too much. Things between them had been so strange, so rushed. It had been a surprise to be paired together, both thought another match would be made. It seemed as if they both resisted - her with Borscht and him with Lucinda. But now they shared secrets and nothing brought their kind closer than secrets. She was the only person who knew the depth of his grief and he was the only one who knew hers. It was heavy at times.

But not at this time. The scent of her perfume, her lips curving into a perfect smile, the weight of her against him all came together in the perfect combination to ease his mind of all troubles. He had half a mind to kiss her, but would save that for a more appropriate venue. Her compliments brought a matching smile to his face, “You spoil me. And here I thought that was my job.” He placed his hands on her waist, “I hope your travels were exactly what you needed. Next time, don’t run away without bringing me along.”

As a habit the girl had accidentally picked up at some point in time, she couldn’t help but toy with the silky hair at the nape of his neck. Goodness, she thought to herself. How lucky she was to have been paired with this beautiful boy. Long ago, she had imagined herself growing old with Rodolphus - a match that would have made her feel equally safe, but one that would have lacked the excitement she felt when she thought about Lucius. Rodolphus was more a brother, a best friend to her than he would ever have been a fitting husband. She didn’t know what went into the decision (she heard her father whispering about the Malfoy’s dealings with Muggles in a far away past) but she was glad it had. Now, her lips turned upwards and her heavy lashes batted up at him.

“My dear you spoil me with your presence alone. Would you expect me to return from a trip away without at least attempting to smother you in gifts?,” she teased, an even bigger smile playing at her lips as she spoke. “But don’t worry a second, Lucius Malfoy, every moment away from you was dreadful.” With that, she used a jokingly overdramatic tone. “I’m only joking, I loved every moment of my adventures there, though I truly did miss you, hard as it may be to admit. Come, I found some things you’ll love.” Pulling her bottom lip between her teeth, she fought another silly grin. “But some of them are.... well, for your eyes only.”

Sliding her hand into his, she navigated to a side corridor, with a room many avoided for fear it was haunted. Narcissa never put much stock in being afraid of ghosts, knowing that many of them were far more scared of her than she could ever be of them. Besides, she appreciated that she scared people away from the room with a beautiful stained glass window that cast a rainbow of colors inside on a sunny day. “Now don’t get too excited, they’re probably awful gifts-” she knew they weren’t. “But I saw them and thought of you.” She pulled a bag out of her own bag, the House Elves having taken the rest of her trunks back to her dorm, and handed it to him. Inside was a small flask of 168 year old wine, an assortment of French cheeses (charmed to stay fresh of course), and a small dagger. “That is what was for your eyes only,” she explained when he opened it. “It’s a dark artifact. You won’t believe who it belonged to, it was fate, really, that I found it while shopping for you! And that the man even gave it to me - oh I had to bargain for quite some time-” Excitement bubbled within her before she finally whispered out, “Herpo the Foul! Do you like it? I hope it’s not silly, I know it’s quite small but I couldn’t find anything else that stuck out to me besides Yardley Platt’s amulet so... I hope you like it.”

#lucius.#lucius: 006 #chat.

soracities

Euripides, from “Orestes”, An Oresteia (trans. Anne Carson)

#hm #lucius.#otp: i’ll let you drag me to hell if it means you’ll hold my hand

The skin she wears may be made of calm.

But her bones are made of chaos.

#mmrp prompt 005 #MMRP NARCISSA BLACK #morsmordre points

lucius-ii:

It was still difficult. Every day something reminded him of his mother. The wound he had received that day had healed and the scar had already faded away to nothing, but sometimes he could feel the agony of the cursed burns. The physical wounds fade, but their phantoms always remain in the mind. Still, the show must go on. Lucius was good at compartmentalizing. He had mourned through January, sulked through February, but March had to be different. He was a pureblood heir and he was part of something bigger. His friends and comrades would only be sympathetic so long.

Narcissa, on the other hand, seemed like she would be sympathetic to him forever. Honestly, after they had cried together in the hospital wing, he had been avoiding her. When he was with her, his feelings simmered much too close to the surface. He couldn’t afford to seem soft and that was exactly what she made him. However, it would be unbecoming to completely ignore her, especially since he was the one who insisted they start being kinder to each other and they had begun acting more like a couple before the unfortunate tragedy. So when his betrothed returned from her trip, he was sure to try to greet her before anyone else.

“Bonjour, ma chérie,” he smiled and took her delicate left hand in his to press his lips against her knuckles briefly, “You are always a wonder, but something about you being absent for a week makes your virtues especially apparent.”

Something about the sight of her darling future husband standing there warmed her insides. She was in such a rare mood - one that only came after intense retail therapy - that filled her whole heart with a sense of lightness she couldn’t help but spread. So often she was an icy presence, strolling through the halls in a storm of black and green. However, she’d learned from her mother of all people that warmth, sweetness drew prey in easier sometimes. She’d counted a record of seven people who she’d smiled at on her trip to Hogwarts. This was a facade, as was everything else, and yet, when she was with Lucius, it didn’t feel like a facade at all.

She was long past pretending that it was for any reason other than that she loved him. God, she was a fool, wasn’t she? Foolish since childhood when she stuffed those fairytales under her floorboards and dared to dream of a future with a Prince Charming. She felt it the moment they’d cried together in the Hospital Wing. Something within her heart had shifted when she saw a side of Lucius she’d never before known existed, and as she left him see a side of herself she never let anyone else know existed. Yes, she had possibly willed this silly love into existence in her desperation to love the person she would marry, but it didn’t feel like that was the truth.

Regardless of all of that, she smiled warmly, curtsying softly as he kissed her hand. “Oh bonjour my sweet Lucius.” She stood on her tiptoes, wrapping her hands around the back of his neck and smiling up at him. “How I missed this handsome face of yours, the French delights are nothing compared to you,” she murmured. “I’m glad to hear you missed me as well, but don’t worry my light, I come bearing gifts.”

#chat.#lucius.#lucius: 006

ev-nsrosiers:

where: the great hall when: march 17, 1978. 12:48 pm who: evan rosier & anyone

“This school has turned out to be a real shit show this year. A real shit show” Evan grumbled aloud to no one in particular as he took his seat. He raised an expectant eyebrow at the person across the table. This was not normal behavior for Evan - and he knew it. His normal self-medicated indifference was replaced with the sort of rage that only arose in a situation of true injustice. “Well, aren’t you going to ask me what’s wrong? Whatever - I’m telling you anyways. That - bloody - auror -” He began, spitting out the word ‘auror’ with the same venom his peers threw around the word 'mudblood’. “ - Went through my mail and confiscated my Sleekeazy’s Hair Potion! What the absolute fuck kind of a school environment is this where student’s things are taken without just cause? Are we in the bloody USSR or something?”

Narcissa glanced up upon hearing Evan’s outburst. Instead of asking for more information on what had caused it (she assumed it was one of so many possible reasons considering their year), she opted to allow him the more dramatic opportunity to share it himself. Upon hearing what had caused his anger, she let out a gasp. “You’re kidding! Evan say that’s not true!” She held a hand to her chest and shook her head. “Do you think that’s why my beauty potion’s never arrived?! That’s - well that’s just plain thievery!” The cousins were nothing if not well known for their inclination to care about their appearances, and the thought that they might be slowly stealing away Narcissa’s tools for such a thing was despicable. “I will be writing my father about this! In the meantime, I always have 3 extra on hand should you need to borrow it.”

#chat.#evan.#evan: 004

moony-themarauder:

Who: Remus Lupin & Anyone When: February 20th, 1978. Just before curfew. Where: 3rd Floor Corridor

Remus was running late to start prefect rounds that evening. With the full moon just days away he was already feeling lethargic and he wasn’t in the best of moods. He wasn’t quite at his best for late-night rounds, but he figured he might as well power through anyway. He was used to long nights by now, his sleep schedule never quite regular, and it was all routine by this point. Besides, finding a replacement at this hour would just be unfair to his fellow prefects while no doubt stirring up unwanted questions.

Hearing footsteps just around the corner, Remus glanced down at his watch for the time. “You’ve got about five minutes until curfew.” He called, making his way down the corridor. “Best get in before I head back this way.” He always hated taking away points or getting students in trouble for being out of bed considering just how often he and his own friends wandered the halls well after curfew. Most of the time he let students off with a warning as long as they made their way back to their common room sooner rather than later. Still, he had a job to do and wasn’t in the mood for negotiations tonight.

Running a metal file against her nails, Narcissa sharpened her nail back into a tiny point. They’d began to smooth out over time, and she never wanted anything less than 10 light pink daggers gracing her dainty fingers. She was on Prefect duty and boredom had caused her to start pacing when she heard footsteps coming around the corner. She sighed, twirling her file around before walking closer to the sound. She recognized Remus’ voice and huffed to herself.

“Oh, please big scary Prefect, don’t take my points away,” Narcissa said in a mock pleading voice before rolling her eyes. “Newsflash Genius, I’ve been here for like two hours. I already beat you to busting all the kiddos. Now I’m already bored enough, so would you mind finding your own corridor? Your presence might just put me to sleep.”

#chat.#remus.#remus: 001

who: narcissa black & anyone when: march 18, early evening where: just outside the great hall

Narcissa returned to Hogwarts in a whirlwind of trunks and shopping bags. She’d left the campus for a week (a handwritten letter from her father doing the trick, along with what she could only assume was a hefty donation to the restoration of one of the bathrooms) and found herself in Paris. She lost her grief and fear in the handbags and scarves and perfumes she indulged in instead. And so she returned to Hogwarts rejuvenated and reminded by the voice inside of her that eyes were on her now that Druella was gone. She was her carbon copy, after all. All of that pressure had come so abruptly on top of the loss of her mother that a week away where she could take out her hair extensions and dress like a normal witch for once was much needed.

Now new and improved from the French getaway, she stood just outside of the Great Hall and slid her long hair (the extensions were back in now that she was in the public eye again) over her shoulders. “Bonjour!” She said cheerily to the person coming up to her. “Tell me, did the Parisian sun do wonders for my skin or what?”

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