princissa:
The fake smile on her face easily faded as she used her hand to swat away the smoke in her face. She was no longer keeping up the false look of enjoyment she had going and now chose a more relaxed and neutral look.
What a piece of work this one is. I hope she chokes on that cigarette.
❝That’s funny, I thought that was all the Malfoy’s did…silly me.❞ Narcissa simply shrugged in response, impressed with herself for being able to keep her cool. In any other situation she probably wouldn’t be able to keep a level head with Spring, would have easily shown off how uncomfortable she felt listening to a curse slip out every other word. That would just mean she wins and she wasn’t about to let such a heinous person break her that easily.
Between all the vile words Narcissa wondered if she was hearing wrong, did she just ask her to join her in getting a drink? Did Spring actually want to keep hanging out with her or was she reading too much into this? ❝I’ll gladly go get a drink with you but talking to Lucius would be rather pointless. It’s amusing that you believe he gave this to me but he probably thinks that his presence was enough of a gift.❞
The fake layer Narcissa gifted her with breaks under Spring’s questionable guidance. However the girl didn’t make any movement to go past her soon-to-be cousin. Instead she glared heavily at the girl hostess. Continuing to use her as a humanoid ashtray as she flicked the ash from her cigarette towards her. Letting out an agitated huff. “Listen here you trash fucking tart. The Malfoy’s are bloody fucking better than you are. We always will fucking be. You’re not even the trash that sticks to our fucking shoe you fucking slag.” Using her two slender digits she flicks the lit cig towards Narcissa.
Spring doesn’t laugh but there is an amused twinkle in her eye that decays instantly. “My fucking lazy sod ass cousin is who your cunt is contracted to. Oh I’m quite glad he didn’t give you that shit necklace. Maybe he hasn’t completely fell off the fucking rails yet. Then again they would bend to his will, that’s exactly what that pissant fucking thinks.” Spring makes a move to shoulder check Cissa on her wait unto the party. Turning her head towards the other girl with a vile hiss, “Are you coming, trollop?”













