⊰ frigidum ⊱

⊰ F R I G I D U M ⊱ narcissa briseis black. ⊰ fifth year. pureblood. neutral. she/her. ⊱

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lochymcnally:

He was late by half an hour. He had made Narcissa Black wait for half an hour. Upon her snapping, he froze in place, standing a mere yard or two behind her. C’mon Lochy, he encouraged himself, and urged forward to sit in the empty seat next to her. “I’m sorry I’m late,” he whispered, placing two paper cups on the table, and began unpacking his bag in his characteristic manner of creating more mess. “Really, really sorry,” he muttered. After emptying his bag, he glanced at her with fogged up glasses, and gulped. “How’ve you been?”

             More dismissive than usual,  the fifth year pulls her gaze away rather than accept the apology.   “ We’re not here to talk about how I am. ”  ( Embarrassed for waiting so long and having then LASHED OUT,  irritated,  disgruntled, etc. )  “ Did you forget your text book this time ?? ”  She opens her own to the chapter they left off at their last meeting.  Narcissa scans the pages,  and making a point of not sparing a glance his way,  i d l y  points out: “ your glasses have fogged up. ”

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aconitumed:

OF COURSE, he notes the offensiveness of his tone implying things that benjy may or may not be sure of. ( he’s NOT ) he speaks in such a manner to girls once every blue moon, and it’s partially down to imagining his mother’s own rebuttal to such words –– a homebody by default and by choice,  benjy often finds himself thinking about what various family members would do in this situation. the brunette in front of him has probably never experienced this, tight-knit bonds existing between pureblooded families almost that of a myth these days, and benjy half-chokes back the apology that creeps up his throat like that of an acid reflux. well, that is, until he’s smacked out of his daze by a pair of fluffy muffs, wincing at the piercing scream of the plants ‘ my ‘ butter fingers  ‘ are in these herbology rooms t h r i c e daily, i’ll have you know, they LIKE me. if you weren’t sneaking around like the bloody invertebrate you are, none of this would’ve happened ! ’

           “ I ?? ...  DO NOT...  SNEAK, ”  she rebuts first,  as if it’s the most offensive amongst his insults. “ I did not drop anything.  I wanted to study,  but stumbled into what resembles the beginnings of a serial killer  —  engaging in full blown conversations with himself and and OBSESSING over plants.  And now,  result of your incompetency,  the pair of us may very well have permanent hearing damage.  May I also remind you,  the greenhouse and it’s content does not exclusively belong to Benjy Fenwick ??  —  No matter how often he guards it,  disturbingly,  like a TROLL under it’s BRIDGE. ”  Hands fling up to clamp over the muffs,  their screeches growing louder.  “ If they like you so much, you ridiculous hobgoblin,  how do we shut them up ?? ”

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mvllyprewctts:

a frown found itself woven into molly’s features as she exhaled softly before turning to the other. “ if you don’t like it then feel free to leave. it isn’t my problem that you’re ticked off. “

             “ I am not ticked off,  but it is, ”  she pauses to inhale a breath  —  to level herself.  “ It IS your problem,  you’re making it one. I CAN’T LEAVE,  Study Hall is where I tutor.  I’ll repeat myself, Study. Hall.  For the purpose of  s t u d y i n g  ?? ” 

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aconitumed:

‘ well i’d like to walk through hogwarts’ four walls without having to hear the surname black follow me like the PLAGUE, but we can’t all get what we want, now can we ? ’ he speaks to her slowly mouthing syllables through gritted teeth, tone prissy like the princess he assumes she thinks she is. g o o d, she got a fright. the only fright she’s probably ever had before is watching her gringotts account go down from five figures to four. ‘ again, what are YOU doing here ? ’ he really hasn’t got the time for her whilst pottery lays broken on tiled flooring, and judging by the mandrakes that have just started to squeal, neither have the plants.  

               BEFORE NARCISSA EVER DECIDED WHO SHE WANTED TO BE,  she was already a string of rigid concepts.  A prejudiced pureblood,  a daughter and youngest sister,  a vapid little girl.  (  Never mind that she clings desperately to these predetermined identifiers like her life depends on it  —  because look at Sirius,  she reminds herself.  LIFE DOES DEPEND ON IT.  ) She feels like a THING,  not a living,  breathing,  evolving person.  This is what she hears in Benjy’s sharp,  mocking words.  “ I suppose not, ”  the Slytherin relents  f l a t l y,  neglecting  ( with strict self control )  to lash out at the comment about her family.  “ Well, Fenwick, I need to study for Herbology, so — ”  Her sentence breaks off into a cringe at the sound of the SCREECHING.  Swift steps bring the fifth year to the rack of ear muffs,  where she swipes two pairs.  Narcissa,  wearing a begrudging frown,  beelines for Benjy and sort of, well, smacks the muffs around his head,  before she pulls on her own pair.  “ THIS IS BRILLIANT,  truly, ”  she half - yells above their screaming.  “ Your stupid butter fingers set them off !! ”

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aconitumed:

‘ i mean, i can’t BELIEVE it.. ’ here he was again, mumbling away to himself, breaking the herbology greenhouses serene with his constant chatter. benjy always finds it (  t o o  ) quiet, feeling the need to fill up the empty space with his own noise. he’s quick to notice a new presence in the room however, which halts all noise but one - a shattering of clay hitting the floor. and damn, now he’s dropped the bubotuber he spent half an hour planting. he’s kind of pissed, kind of embarrassed.   ‘ what do you want ? ’

             A small,  high pitched squeak escapes the momentarily stunned Narcissa.  Upon registering the ridiculous noise made by her own lips:  the fifth year is met with an inner barrage of searing embarrassment and ANGER.  “ Benjy Fenwick, ”  she wields the words less like a name, and more like an accusation.  “ I want to,  just once,  enter a greenhouse without the odd,   a l a r m i n g  sound of someone chatting away at himself. ”  She touches a hand to her forehead,  allows a mere slither of pent up frustration to slip out in a brief sigh. “ Salazar’s sake. ”

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pvndcra:

‘ d’ya reckon having a swim with the merpeople ?? ‘ 

             “ ... Are you addressing me ??  IF SO,  I  h o n e s t l y  do not... understand the question... ?? ”

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clarasavery:

              was it petty to admit that clara had only been speaking so loudly to get under narcissa’s skin ?? probably. was that going to stop her ?? definitely not. turning in her seat and shooting narcissa a saccharine smile, she shrugged her shoulder in a ’ what can you do ? ’ motion. “quite difficult to finish a group project if you don’t communicate, wouldn’t you agree ?? madame pince clearly doesn’t have a problem with it, so i can’t imagine what’s getting you so worked up." 

              A familiar sense of frustration coils up in Narcissa’s stomach,  so tight it almost hurts.  Clara Avery LIKES taking the piss.  Still,  the fifth year falls for the ploy every time,  and so still:  forces the anger back down her throat yet again.  Eyes flutter to a momentary close.  When they open,  her words  ( with much self restraint )  leave her lips DEADPAN,  apathetic.  “ I was unaware communicating is synonymous with screeching.  Are you and your friends aware that talking is possible without  f o a m i n g  at the mouth ?? ”

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narcissa.............. is a Straight Mess. the most amount of angry in a 5ft nothing fifth yr u’ve ever seen.  HighKey sick of men/boys talking over her and belittling her and objectifying her. but HighKey-er won’t let herself  lash out bc she’s meant 2 be a civilised well mannered obedient proper pureblood girl which ju st makes her ANGRIER BC SHE DOesn’t even FEEL LIKE A GIRL SHE JUST. . . FEELS LIKE A THING 

...AN OBJECT ??? ya so she doesn’t identify as female tho probably ??  only her sisters know this if tHAT

any ways what Else she’s a prefect and does tutoring and does a few sixth year classes bc all she does is study and get good grades and be angry so !!!! hMU FOR PLOTTING

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              She'd sat tight lipped,  jaw clenched,  for half an hour before irritation finally won out.  Narcissa turns to deal an expression of disdain over her shoulder.  “ If you’re going to continue that word vomit,  I suggest moving to a room without “ STUDY ” in it’s name.  Your OWN common room,  perhaps ?? ”

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He licked his lips. “Well, if you want my opinion–” “I don’t,” she said. “I have my own.”

Toni Morrison, Beloved   (via thatkindofwoman)

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a  c a r e f u l  face but a tough  a t t i t u d e 

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