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❝ --- she wore F L O W E R S in her hair and carried m a g i c secrets in her e y e s. she spoke to no one. she spent H O U R S on the Riverbank && had m i d n i g h t swims// ❞ Narcissa Lennora Malfoy Twenty-Four . Slytherin Alumni

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“ no i’m not okay… this baby hates clotted cream. “

it never stopped her from trying, even now what she was only a couple months away from her expected due date.  allegra only hoped that the turn of her stomach would one day miraculously stop every time she tried to eat a biscuit slathered with the stuff. she pouted.

“ of all the things for it to hate, it had to disagree with the one thing i love most… “

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as narcissa takes her seat in front of allegra, a plate of scones with a cup of warm chamomile tea was served in front of her. “ I’m sorry, love. if I knew about it, I will ask the elves to prepare for something else. ”

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( ;;mary )

“I’ll consider it,” Mary answered with a coy smile. She wasn’t quite sure whether she meant it wholly or she was just teasing, though it was a thought that would follow her for the rest of the day, she was sure. “Anyway, I’ve got to go finish my shopping. It was really nice talking with you, honest. And I hope you have a happy birthday.”

“The feeling is mutual.” Narcissa nodded with a smile. She finds the young woman’s company rather endearing, despite the fact that this the first time they ever met-- or share a polite conversation. “Thank you. I really appreciate it-- and I hope you have a great day.”

[end]

[ofnxrcissa]

( ;;lily )

Lily shrugged. “My mum’s obsessed with floral.”

“As if that isn’t obvious enough.”

[ofnxrcissa]

Hi, hello hey!!

I’m sorry for being M.I.A for the past days. I went on a hiatus because I traveled to my grandparents’ to celebrate the Lunar New Year and my grandmother’s birthday. I just got back home late last night, my plane got delayed twice because of the weather and I wake up totally knackered because of the jet lag. I will go through the replies that I owe on my three characters. I am sorry for the delay and as usual, I’m here if you want to plot or start a new thread with them. I missed you guys and I’m glad to be back! <33333333

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( ;;mary )

“Oh, no. I haven’t even come close. Not that I’m actively looking or anything. I’m not sure I’m really much the commitment type, at least not for now. The way I see it, there’s just so much world out there that it seems terrible to corner yourself in to just one thing, people included. Though I suppose there are people out there who make your world feel bigger rather than a small corner, but if so I haven’t found that person yet. Not in a serious romantic relationship, anyway.”

“That’s the point of finding someone who will inspire you-- shape you into a better person.” She said thoughtfully. “Regardless of your thought, I hope that you will take a chance on finding that person, one day in the future.”

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( ;;lily )

“Unless it’s rubbish,” Lily replied, wrinkling her nose up. She was teasing, really; saying something she knew would shock Narcissa, the same way, she suddenly realised, she would tease Petunia. 

Narcissa glanced at the young woman before her, with a bewildered look. “Speaking from your own experience, I presume?”

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( ;;bella )

Druella was the only maternal figure Bellatrix had ever seen. And, given that Mama had locked six-year-old Bellatrix in a musty closet in the fourth floor attic for the better part of a day, she was an utterly shoddy one at that. Bellatrix felt a surge of sororal protectiveness rush through her veins. “Oi! You, with the greasy hair, move it!” She snarled, elbowing her way with all the tenacity a Black woman could offer. “This isn’t the place to loiter. Either haul arse or I’ll haul for you. You do not want to get on my bad side today-move!”

She was quick to recover, right when her sister is making her way to the crowd-- elbowing a space for her to walk. It’s proven to be effective, judging by how a few people did try to avoid for their eyes when they scurried away from them. For a sudden, Narcissa was reeling with anxiety about anyone attention’s toward them. This is not how she wants it to happens. “Bella-- Bella, that’s.. enough.” Narcissa takes her sister’s arm and trying to pull her aside. “You’ve put enough scare to them.”

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( ;;remus )

Remus’ eyebrows furrowed together. The woman was overly curious – Not enough to make him overly uncomfortable, yet just enough to put him on edge. “The scar?” He hadn’t meant to answer her question with a question, but the slip in his tone escaped before he could control it.

“Oh..” Narcissa blinked, before she grow silent. She sighed as her hand traveled on her stomach, giving her bump a gentle rub. The way he put up with her curiosity was showing a hint of discomfort and an unmistakably deep secret that lies within. It’s really not her place to show a sudden interest in his life.

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( ;;amycus )

Amycus cracked a smiled and glanced over at her. “It’s because I know I’ve heard worse.” He pulled her closer as another person almost bumps into them, the crowds thickest by the storefronts they were trying to move away from. 

“Bellatrix and I have very few things in common, but a dislike for shopping is apparently one of them.” He cleared his throat when he heard her question, looked away. It wasn’t an easy thing to speak about, even to someone whom he trusted as much as he trusted Narcissa. “It’s been…difficult. I’ve not had a chance to speak with her without her shouting at me over something. Can barely speak to her, haven’t touched her. And she won’t let me ask her why. She avoids it. And I’m starting to think it’s something I’ve done, that she might-” He looked away, his throat tightening. 

He couldn’t bear the thought that his sister wanted nothing to do with him, romantically or no. She was his world, his twin. They’d come into this world together and they’d promised to leave it the same way. Her silence and coldness towards him scared him, if he was being honest with himself, though he couldn’t find it in himself to speak this aloud, even to someone like Cissa. 

“At least Lucius understands. Alecto wanted to come; even when she won’t let me care about her, she still wants to be beside me. It’s all rather confusing if I’m being honest.” 

“Oh, I know-- and it’s surprising to say the least.” Narcissa chuckled at his attempt on comparing his lack of interest of shopping to her sister’s. But, he was right. There’s not many people who share something in common with Bella, not even her. She is the woman her own league.

She bit the inner side of her cheeks the moment he began to speak. She glanced at Amycus, whenever he wasn’t looking and quickly throw her gaze away to the crowd before he can catch her staring. She almost feels bad for asking him that question. His daring affection toward his sister was not something that went off from her attention for long and his words only proven her suspicion of the unusual relationship that was going on between them. But, she is not there to judge them. The Carrow twins are a few people she can truly consider as her friends, regardless of the rumors that was swirling about the two of them and she’s going to make sure that she will offer as much help she can give.

“She won’t.” Narcissa put up a smile. “Maybe it’s because too much stress from work or something that bother her mind. I know how it can affect the way she act.” She squeezed his arm, encouragingly. “You are her brother, her family, her everything. She loved you enough to have the thought of.. leaving. When the time had come, she will explain everything. In the meantime, all you can offer is your presence and patience.”

She smiled, again. “The only logical explanation I can offer is that we-- women-- can act deliberately weird and confusing because we were controlled by our emotions, that we will regret at the end. It happens between Lucius and I, where I can barely contain myself and it gets worse when I’m pregnant.”

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( ;;amycus )

Amycus smiled, chuckling. He nudged her with his elbow as he began to walk, working to keep her free of most of the crowd. “That I am, dear Cissa, that I am.”

As they begin to weave through Christmas hell, he listen to her with one ear and watches the crowds, intent on keeping her clear of most of it. “I don’t sound like a bloody teenage girl. I just hate shopping. If it weren’t for Al I’d never come out here. But she deserved something nice for the holidays. It’s been…rough these past few weeks." 

Amycus heard what she said about her husband and nodded. "Good man. You don’t need to be out ‘ere without one. And a for the shopping, well, I don’t blame you. I made my own excuses to come to here and, believe me, it wasn’t easy." 

He squeezed the arm he had in his grasp, searching for another route as the crowds began to grow thick and his heart began to speed up. 

She stares at him in disbelief, before shake her head slightly. “Only you can make it seem less insulting.” Narcissa retorted back while squeezing on his arm when someone had become dangerously close to them.

“Merlin, you sound like my sister when we were in a conversation regarding my son’s bibs.” She chuckled as she caught a glimpse of his face. She knew that look everywhere. It’s undeniable that something was bothering his mind. Something regarding the one and only, his sister. Her features soften before she continues. “Why? Trouble in paradise?”

“Lucky me, I already found one.” She looked at him, knowingly. She had always trusted him enough to have him around and she began to consider him as a part of her family “See? I bet it’s harder to fool your sister than me to Lucius. But, I think he knew why I insist on going by myself in the middle of this chilly day.”

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( ;;bellatrix )

Lucius Malfoy, considerate? As much as Bellatrix hated to think of it, there was a real and steadily growing possibility that Lucius cared as much for Narcissa as she did for him. Well, no matter. They’d simply have to find some other topic to prod each other with; with her temper and his cowardice, it was unlikely that some mutual tension wouldn’t spring up between them. Already offhand Bellatrix could think of several. “Live with you? Merlin, Cissy,” Bellatrix scoffed. “If you’d allowed that impudence, what next? Would he be sleeping in your bed chamber? Watching to make sure the attempts to preserve the Malfoy bloodline were sufficiently thorough?” She almost gagged at the thought, but Narcissa’s good humor coaxed the bitterness from her voice. “I try to seriously avoid the topic. Children are a messy business. I don’t have time for messes.” Yet she was smiling, clutching onto Narcissa as they made their way through the crowd.

“As if my husband will allow that to happen. That is not going to happen in the near future, as far as I know. Lucius doesn’t seem to keen of having him around, not with his witty comment about my inability to give him a worthy heir.” She sighed, holding on her sister’s arm as they make her way through the crowded alley. Narcissa pursed her lips, slowly blowing air and watch her breath turned into a mist. She can never recall, when did the last time walking through the crowd becoming an obstacle for her. Perhaps, her main concern is to have her belly crushed by the trespassers. She had grown attached to her small bump for the past few weeks and even find herself occasionally talking to her son dreamily. And her sister’s remark only make herself sounds like a loon.

[ofnxrcissa]

( ;;barty )

Barty’s eyes narrowed as he examined her. She was obviously very upset about something. “What’s up?” He repeated, approaching her slowly. He struggled to think of something that could have upset her that badly. Narcissa in tears was a rare sight that he, quite frankly, didn’t know how to deal with. He really didn’t know what to do with anyone in tears. Still, as he looked at her, crying, with her husband holding her, he felt terrible for her. 

Regulus. “What about him?” Barty asked immediately, his voice dark. His mind raced to conclusions, especially at the comments about him not being anywhere. He has just gotten him back. They had just become friends again. Regulus couldn’t have gone off to Italy without a single word to him. Again. “Where is he? What’s happening with him?” Barty asked, the questions coming just as fast as the first, but with a degree of panic. His best friend had left him for fucking Italy. Again.

What can be worse than to show up with a few of their acquaintances gathered in their house? To break the news itself. Every pair of eyes seems to settle in her features. Each spark questions after questions, mostly about her unsettling act. She can easily dismiss this as a side effect of her pregnancy, her obstinate hormones. But, none of it came close to her mind. Even with her husband holding her and his lips softly pressed against her forehead, nothing can seem to soothe her from the pain that was beginning to tear her inside, nor can stop her tears from falling.

Again, she had expected the amount of concern from the question that coming from Barty. He is by far one of the closest person Regulus ever considered as a friend and keeping him in the dark is the last thing she ever want to happen. “I’m sorry, Barty..” She choked. The grip on her husband’s arm tighten as she continues. “I thought, I can protect him.. I thought, I can keep him safe. But, I can’t..”

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( ;;mary )

“Now that’s about as fairytale as it gets.”

“Now-- what did everyone say? Everyone had their own tale to live with. It’s just getting better after they met someone right. How about you? Have you met them yet?”

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( ;;remus )

Remus hesitated, briefly considering Narcissa’s question. “I suppose I’ve had them long enough to consider them a part of me,” He shrugged. It wasn’t exactly a lie. He just preferred keeping them hidden most days.

“The scar? Or how you had it at the first place?” Her eyes widened. She can’t seem to hinder the guilt that was marred on her features, soon as the question left her lips. Carefully, she glances at the young man, rather awaited about how he will handle her overwhelming curiosity.

[ofnxrcissa]

Hello everyone!! I’m sorry for being M.I.A for the past few days. School and work had overwhelmed me at its best and when I’m about to work on replies, my internet won’t seem to cooperate DX

I’ll try to get through the replies that I owe on Cissa, Alecto or Aurora tomorrow!

I love you all!! <33

[ofnxrcissa]

( ;;lucius )

He couldn’t decide if the kiss was a way of getting him to stop talking or her using it as an excuse to hide something from him. Either way, the distraction worked long enough to keep him focused on her until their lips separated. “Mmm,” He groaned and wrinkled his nose. “That’s not fair.” The words were followed by a nervous chuckle, Lucius’ gaze traveling over his wife’s form. “He didn’t try to hex you or anything?” He asked and looked down at his feet, knowing the question had already been asked before things hit the point of avoiding talking about it.

“My father has an odd way of showing his fondness. He only wanted the best for me and had a warped way of making sure I knew just how fortunate I am to have all of this – to have you.” He just wished there was a way to get Abraxas to stop speaking like Narcissa was only good for providing an heir then getting cast aside. “I would hope a grandchild would be enough to get him to change his ways a little.”

Chewing on her lower lip, Narcissa bit back a chuckle. At least, that kiss was enough to shift his mind onto something else, even it was quickly wear off. “With his possible heir growing inside of me? He must be mental if he ever thinks to do that.” She shrugged, her hand hovered on her bump and caressed it gently. “But, no. He didn’t do such a thing. Just a few of interesting choices of words, is all.” She shrugged, before tearing herself away from him.

She makes her way to a rocking chair at one corner of the nursery and carefully placed herself on its seat. Narcissa always thought that she can do it-- she should have been getting used to it, judging by how long she was married to Lucius. But each time she’s in a same room with that very man, she can never get rid of her growing anxiety of what might come after her this time. She could feel herself shaking merely at the memory of the earlier event, that she can no longer possibly hide from her husband. “Love, I doubt it. I doubt that there’s a way to change his mind-- to convince him to think about me the otherwise.”

[ascendio-rp]

Happy Birthday, Dearest || Lucissa

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( ;;lucius )

Lucius wasn’t big on displays of affection outside the manor, but he couldn’t resist in the center of the store on her birthday. “We could,” He sighed and shifted so his forehead could press against hers. A small smile graced his lips before he continued. “You’re positive about not wanting anything though?” He usually took her word, but felt the need to double check just to make sure she wasn’t leaving because he seemed ready to go.

“If I tell you, it would ruin the surprise,” He chuckled and took a step back, his eyes meeting hers. “I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to mention dinner and spending the evening together, but that is all I am going to say.”

Her smile widened, mirrored for his own. She was almost tempted to tiptoed and steal a kiss from him, until he continued. “Mmhm.” She nodded. “I’ve got plenty.” She gestured at the pile of bags not far from them. They were an imminent prove that she’s done for the day. She peppered a few stolen kisses against his jaw, right before he pulled away from her. “If anything.. What I want is to spend the time with my husband.”

Narcissa pursed her lips when their eyes meet, quite in a playful manner. She had to admit that his effort to dodge his way out of her question, is adorable. “So, no more clues for me?”