Queen Black

Narcissa Black -- 17 years -- Former Slytherin -- Planner Event

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Familial Ties || Cissavan

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oceaneyesrosier‌:

It would eventually become more painful for him to know that he’d been kept so far in the dark about who his family was and from what bloodline he came. But what she’d said sent a shock through his nervous system like a jolt of electricity. It caused him to freeze up, even as the pain eased off he did not sigh in relief at the gesture. He watched her with just his eyes as she moved, like a cat and a queen all in the same breath. Like the world around her was nothing more than a playground she could peruse and he was taken aback by her confession. 

We are family. 

No. That was impossible. He had no family here. They were all in France. His cousins- and the grave expression on her face told him she wasn’t lying. From that point on it felt like he was being sucked into a drain and trying to claw his way out. 

“No,” he groaned, 

“No, Narcissa- don’t- please.”

She drew all the possibilities while she was thinking about how to tell him about the truth. Cissa knew well that one of the reactions it could be full of shock, but also a prideful sign of denying. For days and even months, the young Black studied and founded all the information necessary for that day. And over there, his pain it wasn’t something that comoved her, she needed much more than that to do it. However, his confusion was a clear statement that whosoever raised that boy created a bubble to him. Cissa wouldn’t say she didn’t want that to be real. Finding a new part of the family was a way to protect herself more than anything else. “I am not a person of lies, Evan.” She looked at him, without a smile, showing she was serious about the topic, sitting in front of him calmly as the etiquette would say. Inside, almost like a thunderstorm. “I rather prefer to say that in my house. Maybe it would turn easier to comprehend why I got into this conclusion.”

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[starstruckbellatrix]

“Please tell me that you’re up for splitting a bottle of wine?” Bellatrix spoke with little hesitation, while it may have been offered as a question but in truth, there was only right answer in her mind. “Honestly I could drink one by myself but it looks better if I make an attempt to split one with someone.” Her finger was moving over the menu for the restaurant as she glanced back to her sister.

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She crossed her legs as she looked at the menu searching for a specific type of food. Having time with Bella was always something delightful to Cissa, who always loved to be around her family. She smiled “Of course. Are you thinking about red wine or white? This could probably open some options for me of meat.” The youngest wasn’t a strong drinker, so she could have one glass the whole night and be satisfied with that. She laughed, looking to her sister happy to have her around for a while. “I am always impressed with how much wine you can drink. In a good way, I have to say. I will just have one glass, so you should choose the wine.” Returning her eyes to the food, trying to find something she would feel adequate to the meeting of them but she wasn’t feeling attracted to anything yet.

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potterxaxprongs‌:

He watched as the disgust and distain rose on her features, and James couldn’t help the smug look that formed on his face. He was getting to her and that was more than satisfying for him. If she wanted to insult him every time she walked by, he had no qualms getting creative in the ways of which he could get under her skin. “Oh yes, we all just carry a dainty little scarf or a hanky in our pockets at any given time like this is the eighteen hundreds. How dare I stray from the long standing traditions” he mocked. Her attempts at being condescending rolled off of him, and instead side stepped her, making a grand show of it, before continuing, “Now if you’ve quite finished, I think you’ll find enough room to get past me dear, Narcissa.”

She knew pretty well he would joke around, but she didn’t care. He was a savage man who stole her cousin from her family and turned him into a blood traitor. “Good luck with your sickness…” Her ironic tone of voice came with a smile, as she started to walk away. She would need a long bath after that. 

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theskeeterbeetle‌:

There was hesitation as she considered the first question, nodding her head as she moved to take the seat that was offered. “I’m not sure on a date but I’d have to say we’re a month or so out. I want time to make sure everything goes as planned. And of course, there will be no expense spared if we get everything right.” Rita considered her options as she glanced at Narcissa. “Could I buy you lunch while we talk?”

“You are correct. I imagined you had already thought about some points, but if we go from scratch, I am okay with it.” Cissa enjoyed the point of not having a budget if the ideas were good, and she was amazing at her job. For a second, the offer of buying lunch it wasn’t pleasant. Maybe Rita didn’t know how expensive Cissa’s taste was, but she was doing business. She would survive for a day. “That’s very nice of you, Miss Skeeter. I have to say that I am interested in if you have some ideas or plans for this big event. Let’s make all of them come true.” She genuinely smiled, expecting to hear from the other and getting into the world she was passionate about and if someone could see in details, it was what could make her heart beat. 

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Familial Ties || Cissavan

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oceaneyesrosier‌:

It struck him that they’d been in the same year in school- and he’d done all he could to avoid that particular crowd. It was a nightmare to attend the same house in which every family involved couldn’t stand the sight of him. As if the fact that he’d been born was something he’d chosen. Bile rose in the back of his throat and he nearly lunged for the water bottles arranged neatly on the desk beside. He hadn’t eaten properly in at least two days- preparing for this idiotic runway. “Heal it, then. What are you waiting for?” He wasn’t going to fight her on it. Hell he’d barely put up a fight with Amycus about his jaw and it seemed that every time he was headed to some sort of stability in his life the rug was ripped out- or tangled- beneath him. 

“We need to help each other? Why? You and your family have made quite the name for yourselves.“ He winced, shifting in his seat and untying the shoe laces. He slipped the leather from his foot and rolled his ankle carefully to find the exact spot of pain. He tapped it lightly, “it’s here,” he glanced up, “the sprain. And I don’t blindly follow purebloods without a better explanation than ‘I have something interesting to show you.’ That’s a lot like walking into a firing line willingly. Can’t show me here, don’t show me at all.”

She took from her purse the wand, and with a gentle voice, the magic was done. The redness would sooner reduce, the pain could disappear in seconds helping Evan to leave the place walking perfectly. Like nothing happened before. “Someone likes to be bossy. How are you feeling now?” Her good mood came after realizing he was too similar to her family as he could even imagine.

“I have just one point in your speech that it’s wrong.” Cissa wasn’t afraid of him, walking closely to make sure no one else would listen to that. “We are family, Evan. And if this isn’t something you would be interested in seeing it, maybe my standards of interesting it could be wrong.” His action, so much as a Black and a Rosier and for a second, she almost felt stupid for not realizing that later. “Are you coming with me now, or maybe do you need more evidence. I have both.”

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sybilltrxl‌:

She wouldn’t be made to feel guilty for her wandering- day to day life was forced into such rigid structure by her job and Sybill greatly enjoyed the break from that provided by her free time. “Ah, thanks. I’m sure I will. Might even treat myself to a new jumper- they all seem very soft. My name is Sybill Trelawney.”

Jumpers. Of course, the lady before Cissa would prefer such a horrible piece of clothes for an outfit. It was that kind of information she didn’t need to hear. She opened a smile and made sure the name of the other was memorized. It was someone she would make sure to avoid. “Thank you, Miss Trelawney. Good luck if you decide to purchase a jumper.” And she couldn’t keep to herself for so long, imagining the scene of something so horrible being sold everywhere. “I heard those kinds of clothes can make you fat.”

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brilliantbones‌:

Amelia had grown up in a household where everyone contributed. Despite being a pureblood family, their parents had raised them to respect and appreciate people from all backgrounds, and to understand the importance of both hard work and manners. Her mother had drilled into them the importance of kindness and despite her sometimes brash exterior, Amelia had taken that to heart. She had a fairly good level of patience and at the very least knew how to be civil, even with those she fundamentally disagreed with. 

Her eyebrows knitted together as she nodded, “Yes, I did. My family has always been very supportive of one another. It took them by surprise, sure, but they did end up supporting me in the end. I think they also knew they couldn’t change my mind, even if they wanted to” she answered. She wasn’t sure if Narcissa was trying to imply anything, but she didn’t take the words as an insult. She was thankful that her family had supported her decision, even if she’d have made it regardless. “That makes sense, and I’m sure they turn out wonderfully,” Amelia complimented. She was sincere in the fact that she was sure Narcissa was good at event planning. 

“Good to hear, Miss Bones.” She smiled, looking around and realizing that this waiting was starting to be too long for her own schedule. Cissa touched gently her hair to gain some time before leaving. “I believe one day I could invite you and your family. Sometimes the Ministry implied the idea of me planning their events. Who knows?” She shrugged, “Well, it was a good opportunity to see you, however, I will have to leave. I still have some other appointments. Maybe another time it will have more people working around. Thank you, Miss Bones. Have a good day.”

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An Accidental Meeting || Cissa & Doe

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doexaxdear‌:

Doe had always been good at spreading her energy to others and sucking them into it. She didn’t want there to be awkward tension between her and Narcissa, but in some respect it was unavoidable. Still, Doe figured if she could normalize them hanging out together, then maybe they could work through whatever bad blood was still there. Nodding her head, Doe gave a hum, “Alright, so no red. Well if you’re having dinner with his parents, I would recommend doing either a green or a blue toned dress. Darker colors tend to emulate class” she offered. 

Noticing that she was still holding on to particular green dress, Doe picked out a couple others that were similar. “I think you should try on the one you have in your hand, and then if you want you can try on these ones” she offered. Giving a shrug, Doe continued, “They can go wrong if you aren’t careful, but so far it hasn’t caused me any issues” she admitted. Her eyebrows furrowed together as she answered, “I think you should try it on, you might be surprised. If you get it altered though then you could have it personalized which would set you apart”.

Cissa looked to Doe still trying to figure it out how someone it could be so energetic. “Indeed.” She couldn’t say more than that, making sure her eyes could see each movement of the other. They were friends before and now that situation was barely normal, however, Cissa wanted to see where it would go. “We tend to have some formal dinners over the years, so it was necessary a new dress.” She saw all the other options that it wasn’t bad at all, but not her. Being alone for so long helped her to be independent on her own choices, not following others opinions.

She held near the green dress and heard patiently Doe talks about her job and her insistent desire to help to decide Cissa’s dress. “Good for you, Dorcas. Those dresses seem interesting. It worth trying. At least, the blue one. If it doesn’t work to this event, I am always in others.” Cissa gave a gentle smile, making sure she wasn’t being unpleasant or disrespectful. She appreciated Doe being there and giving her options, but at the same time, she wasn’t sure she desired that. The little Black looked again to her former friend giving two steps of distance between them. “And what are you looking for with that?”

[leviliosa]

the black sisters : bellatrix, andromeda and narcissa.

“All happy families are alike; each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.“

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the reunion | cissa + andie

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theblackxbird‌:

Andromeda didn’t care what her sister’s opinion of the cafe was. It could be a broken down hell hole but as long as she felt peace while there, that’s what mattered. At least to her. The place itself wasn’t dangerous as the people who frequented were mostly muggles, making Narcissa’s gauging of the place utterly unnecessary. “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, Narcissa. Or have you forgotten?” Meda quipped with a raised brow of her own. The fact that her sister tried to hide the effect the bite of her words held made Andromeda smile. She could see right through the facade in a way only a sibling could.

"Depends. If you are here to argue about why I left or threaten my life, yes. If you came to talk because you missed me or something similar then by all means, sit. ” Her tone was challenging despite wishing her sister would have sat on her own. She didn’t bite after all. The middle black motioned  her hand indicating Cissa was welcome to sit if she had wanted. It was all up to her.

Cissa imagined how ironic it was to see the brunette trying to remember any of her teachings to the youngest. Since they were little, Cissa loved to hear all Andy’s stories and how all of them led to different ways to do good. For a while, the youngest Black tried all the ideas, being honest, kind and gentle with others and receiving sometimes bad things, but she didn’t care. All because of Andy and her heart, and Cissa always loved that even when Bella hated and sometimes fights would come. They were a family, a bond, a trio Black. However, when the other decided to leave spontaneously, many things changed and this opinion of beauty it was one of them. She shrugged, as she pointed, she wouldn’t care for that at all. “Maybe this it doesn’t seem to fit here, Tonks.”

Maybe at the first harsh words, the other decided to use Cissa was concerned, now she was starting to recover. And faster than expected. She was the one alone, the one who suffer all the responsibilities while Andy was there, playing of being happy. For a moment, Andromeda’s game was between her own problems and this, helped Cissa to realize that the other was in a defensive position. Maybe others wouldn’t realize, but she would. She raised her eyebrow, considering if she would sit or not. At that point, going until the end it was essential and important, to maybe have a decent conversation with the other.

Cissa smiled after she decided what to say. “You are confusing which Black Sister would say that to you. If I remember well, I was quiet about your secret until you said to others.” She crossed her arms, “I am fine standing, thank you.” 

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Familial Ties || Cissavan

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oceaneyesrosier‌:

In any other instance- and perhaps under the influence of something- he might’ve screamed about wanting every single person who witnessed it six feet beneath the ground. Fortunately for all of them, he was not quite so volatile. Even though it simmered just beneath the surface. He followed Narcissa’s instructions, attempting something of a warm smile. As soon as they reached the private room, and the door snapped shut behind them, he found the nearest chair and collapsed onto it. A low growl fell from between his lips as he examined first the suit and then the injured ankle. It had turned an ugly shade of red, and swollen- at least it was not twice the size. 

“Miss Black, don’t ever assume I am not strong enough to stand on my own. Unless I have lost one of my legs, I will always stand up. My pride will not allow me the luxury of whining like a bitch.” Evan rarely held his tongue- especially in private. “With that being said, thank you for the help. And yes, I want whoever laid the runway fired immediately. I want them blacklisted from the industry- and the every camera that has a picture of me falling better be confiscated. The last thing I need is that floating around the internet.”

He took a deep breath, “While we’re at it- why did you help me?”

She couldn’t expect less than how Evan reacted in closed doors. She made sure the door was locked, to return to him at the same point he thanked her for helping him. For that moment on, she knew maybe she was starting again to act like with her other cousins. It was hard to bring someone else into her heart when she closed strongly after so many disappointments. Cissa almost smiled with his wishes, and she would make sure he wouldn’t be disappointed with any of his desires. Maybe she could ask Bella for help, after all the story she discovered and connected over the last months.

Her catwalk helped her to gain some time to be nearby a dresser and look at him. “We should heal your ankle. I have my wand here.” She didn’t offer this time, waiting for Evan to start to ask for things instead of receiving possibilities. They were in private, she didn’t need anymore to be so kind all the time. “You’re welcome, Rosier; I will make sure Bella will take care of the man and the rest, I will closely look around.” However, his question was something hard to answer at that moment. She was expecting him in great conditions to go with her on a journey. Cissa shrugged, “We need to help each other. And because I may have something you will be interested…”

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sybilltrxl‌:

Sybill Trelawney wasn’t about to go judging someone based on their last name, considering all the hard work she had been doing to try and get her own back in good standing. Not to toot her own horn or anything, but it was pretty much thanks to her that the Trelawney’s had a Ministry association now, no longer exclusively the odd alternative family. She’d bet she could track down this piece for her, with her gift, but it wasn’t a good idea to be flaunting her incredible intuition in front of a stranger, as much as she might like to help. So, Sybill just waits for her next question and shrugs, “no, but then again I haven’t been looking. I didn’t come in here with the intention of finding anything particular.”

“Oh” At the end, that woman was useless. Walking with no expectations or maybe not even having a job. Cissa blinked for a second and gave a small smile. She couldn't find anything with that girl, “Thank you for your help. I hope you can enjoy your… time here.” The blonde tried to find a good and polite, using words where it would bring them into a neutral spot. “I maybe had forgotten to ask your name…. Miss…?”

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potterxaxprongs‌:

To say that James was a fan of Narcissa would be a bold face lie. When it came to Sirius’ family members, outside of Andromeda, James couldn’t help but dislike them. Sirius was his brother, and he’d be damned if he was civil with people that casted him aside. “The middle of the aisle, maybe, but really Narcissa you’re telling me you can’t take two steps left or right to get around me? I didn’t realize you had spacial difficulties. Merlin Ciss, you could have just asked me to move” he mocked, an infuriatingly bright smile on his face. James scrunched his nose, “Who taught you how to sneeze? If you do it into your hand, you infect every person and object you touch. Sneezing into your elbow, preferably a clothed one, absorbs the germs and doesn’t spread them” he replied. 

She knew exactly what he was doing. The use of nicknames, like they were friends or colleagues! Even worst: bringing a conversation into a level of a joke. He was sick, and his germs could be mutated or something like that because of that mudblood girl and now, he tried to teach her about hygiene? She blinked slowly, looking for the best words to not get into his game. They weren’t young anymore and she wasn’t Bella to act as he and his beasts would desire. “I have to say, Potter, that unfortunately your abilities to just sneeze into your elbow are poor. Maybe a napkin? Or a scarf?” Her voice was cold like she was trying to speak with a kid. She kept a smile. Cissa wasn’t concern about Amelia’s words. Not at all. She learned from the best that some people wouldn’t understand the importance of keeping pure, so she was okay to see this in others. Servants, workers, etc. They were there to provide perfect work, like her in her events.

[smollmikey]

“secretly we all love angst” Sentence Starters

dont deny it DONT DENY IT 

“It never works for us, and it never will.”

“I’m done. I’m done trying so hard only for you to never even look in my direction.”

“I can’t fall in love with you.  I don’t want all the pain that comes with it.”

“My roommate had to go into my room and throw the sheets away because I haven’t been able to sleep in that bed since you left.”

“I keep asking myself “why isn’t the sun bright anymore” but then I remember you’re not in my life anymore and realize it’s just my own eyes.”

“I regret it all.  I really do, I swear.  Please, please– let’s fix this, please.”

“Remember when you promised we’d always be together?  Because I remember when I thought you meant it.”

“I can’t move on from something that wasn’t supposed to end!”

“The phone calls aren’t the same… I can hear in your voice that it’s not the same anymore.”

“I’m trying to avoid talking because I know what it’ll lead to, and I don’t want that to come.”

“Don’t you think you can fall back in love with me?”

“This whole time I’ve been using you to make me feel better, and you never caught on.  You never caught on.  I want you to hate me now, but I don’t think you’re even able to.”

“Kissing me breaks the promise… remember?”

“Every time we fix things something else ends up breaking.”

“Why don’t we stop pretending we’re not on a road to destruction?”

“It wasn’t even fun at first, honestly.  It was just like… Morphine.”

“You’re just not enough anymore.”

“It’s been too long since you’ve really smiled.”

“Ah, it was all my fault.  Wasn’t it?”

“To think, we thought just the sex would be enough to keep us in love.”

“Back then, I lied when I told you I didn’t love you.  You needed to move on from me– I needed to protect you from me.”

“You never had that shine in your eyes when you were with me.”

“Quit trying to fix me when you need to just fix yourself.”

“I’m so tired of everything about us, and about how we thought we were in love, and how we think forcing it can make us be in love– I’m so tired of it.”

“This whole time you’ve still been in love with him/her… Not me.”

“I couldn’t make you fall in love with me.  I thought I could do it, I really did, but… But I know you… And this isn’t love.”

“Did you really think I needed that kiss back then when all that you conveyed in it was pity?”

“To think I’ve changed so much to get you to like me, and you still never really look my way.”

“I know I deserve better than you.  I realize that, but you were so broken… I didn’t want to be the one that made you shatter.”

“All of this was to protect myself.”

“I feel like I’ve been looking for who you used to be… Back when you were actually happy.”

“I never want to even hear your name during my life anymore.”

“Your lips used to be sanctuary, but now I just feel trapped.”

“Isn’t it time we both stopped pretending we make each other happy?”

“The thing I regret the most is giving you so much hope by agreeing to this date.”

“We have the kind of history anyone would never want to think about again, and you’re hear asking me on a date?”

“What makes you think I’ll be any different this time?”

“I’ll let you down.  I will always let you down.  I’m not enough for you to be satisfied.”

“Are you satisfied with the mess you’ve created out of me?”

“I should have listened to everyone who told me this was a bad idea.”

“I’ve never met someone who can so gently destroy me the way you do.”

“I can’t forget about him/her!  It’s not in my power to forget how he/she felt when they loved me.”

“The saddest thing is that when I told him/her I loved him/her, he/she thought I was lying.  He/she never believed someone could fall in love with him/her.”

“Listen…  You’re his/her best friend… and I completely fucked up– it’s over between us, but… please, punch me, or punish me, or do something to me because he/she just… cried.  He/she wasn’t even angry, they were just so sad– Please, be angry at me, please.  Give me what I deserve.”

“It would have been better if we never met.”

“You’re my regret.”

“I’m not angry at you, just at myself… Because I knew this would happen, but I let myself fall in love with you anyways.”

“Don’t tell me to give up like everything is meaningless.”

“This is why I don’t let myself fall in love.”

“Somewhere deep inside me, I still have hope that you’ll fall in love.  How pathetic.”

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queencissablack‌:

“Who doesn’t benefit from good contacts? However, my own abilities won at the end of the day, after a great negotiation meeting.” She smiled gently, telling Mr. Weasley how she wasn’t just someone with good connections. Cissa worked hard proving her own talents and even that her extraordinary name could bring a ton of clients, at the end just talent would resist. Not all of them would stay. She was working hard to create a portfolio and have a solid group of clients.

She wasn’t impressed by the fact Weasley was working at the Misuse of Muggle Artefacts Office. It suited him, and Cissa couldn’t expect too much of a Weasley after that affirmation. “I hope it has, Mr. Weasley. It’s an important Office at the Ministry. We need to protect ourselves, and being able to have you all providing us this safe possibility is very encouraging.” It wasn’t totally a fake belief. She imagined that having this Office something could it be better, but at the same time, with so many wizards wanting to merge with the muggle world this could be a disaster.

“That is very true. Contact’s are crucial in any line of work but all in all it does seem that it boils down to who is making the negotiations.” It wasn’t easy to work for the Ministry and he could only imagine how much more difficult it was to do business with them, but it seemed that didn’t weigh on Narcissa too terribly. “Hopefully things keep going in your favor, the parties that you’ve helped hosted are a nice change from the ones in the past.” It wasn’t a compliment so much as the truth, Ministry events were infamously stuffy things to attend but the past few had been less of a drag and actually quite fun.

It was funny if he was being honest, even while Narcissa was complimenting him it almost felt like she was insulting him. For that reason there was a light chuckle to himself and a shake of his head before taking another sip of his coffee. “The department needed someone who was well versed in the muggle technology and the muggles themselves. It’s funny to me that some think that they’re beneath us because they don’t have magic when in truth they’ve done more without it then we ever could.” A small smile at her as Arthur spoke. “You wouldn’t believe how many witches and wizards who can’t even make it past a muggle alarm system.”

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Having her parents involved with many of the Heads of the Ministry and her fiancée involved too, it wasn’t easy. It provided to her the best tips and names to talk with and received the return for her efforts. She was working hard to prove that age it wasn’t a barrier to transport boredom into luxury. “Indeed.” In her job field, contacts were everything, and she couldn’t find his statement more accurate at that point. However, listening from him a compliment it was a bit surprising. Anything better than the parties before her, it could be a compliment. “Thank you, Mr. Weasley. I will take this as a feedback.”

 Cissa regretted quickly starting a conversation with Weasley. As the topic was going from a safe place, he was bringing a world that she wasn’t so interested to hear. However, she started so thinking on how she would deal with this situation it was her own problem. They didn’t create that department for protection? Not to be playing with muggles. “Alarm system? Well, if I am not mistaken, this topic is not taught in Hogwarts. So, probably many of them can think in different potions, rituals or magic to resolve their issues.” She looked at him with a calm posture, trying to bring back her composure. “How this actually would bring a good knowledge to wizards if we all have other priorities?”

[brilliantbones]

queencissablack‌:

Those small talks at stores were always a good way to wait for slow services. Narcissa was still concerned and upset about the poor quality of the people working at the store, but if one customer was waiting first and was taking care by the seller, she couldn’t do anything. “Thank you for letting me know about that, Miss Bones. I believe you enjoy their services, to come and wait with such good humor. Not complaining at all, I can see some customers being rude even after a good explanation.” Maybe the last phrase could be a little bit hypocrite after her first actions at the store. But, come on! If it has it, someone, out and helping with the customers and another inside, it would make her life easier!

“My father said that we should always find something to do and keep our minds busy. It provides us with a safe place from boredom and the hard time to adjust to anything.” Remembering her father almost made her smile. He would definitely be out of the store, after a rude complaining about their services and from that pep-talk too. However, it was good to have her mother remembering her that if she wanted good clients, Cissa would always try to be respectful. You don’t need to love them, you need to respect them. “Good that you like your job. Sometimes, people seem over the years to not enjoy their workplaces. I work with event planning.” Smiled gently.

It was interesting to Amelia seeing how people reacted to less than ideal situations. She was mildly surprised that Narcissa had calmed so quickly. She had always viewed the Black family girls as having little patience, but this was a pleasant surprise. Nodding her head, Amelia gave her withering smile, “I do enjoy their services quite a lot. My family has always had our clothing adjustments made here. It’s unfortunate, but it’s true that some people don’t understand the importance of patience and treating workers as human beings” she answered. There was a hint of shade in her tone, but for the most part, Amelia was being pleasant. She had no desire to start a conflict, but sometimes her pettiness slipped out. 

Somehow, Amelia had a hard time seeing the Black patriarch in a positive light, but she nodded her head and tried to find a common ground. “There’s some merit to that. In my family, we were taught to use idle time to think; whether in a reflective, innovative, healing, or philosophical way” she responded. Both lines of thinking were valid, and Amelia felt that they could both be useful depending on their circumstances. Nodding her head, Amelia gave a genuine smile, “That’s true, and it’s a shame. Part of the reason I went into my career field, instead of the court sector like everyone assumed I would, was because I knew I would grow bored at a desk job,” she admitted. It was  fairly well known truth, but Amelia didn’t mind sharing it. “Oh wow, that’s great. That sounds like it could become stressful very quickly,” she answered. 

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Cissa wasn’t concern about Amelia’s words. Not at all. Her parents, since she was young, taught her that some people wouldn’t understand the importance of keeping pure and one of those reactions it was being kind with minor classes. Servants, workers, etc. They were there to provide perfect work, like her in her events. Nothing but perfection it was expected from her and she would make sure that the others should do the same. For her, for an example, not having a personal designer for such adjustments it could be a disaster, but she wouldn’t say anything.

She nodded her head as she listened about the idea of other family of using wisely their time. It wasn’t probably a way of how her father would say, but Cissa would just keep with that. Amelia’s options for not moving to the court and probably against part of her family it was because of boredom. This freedom to choose different paths it wasn’t something Narcisa would thing it’s acceptable. Since Andromeda, duty came first from anything else. Even herself. “I believe you had support from your family to move into the career you desire.” Black said, looking at her and returning to look around for the worker. “It’s hard to get stressed.” She started, bringing slowly one more intimate point. “More I get into the details, better I feel about the event.”