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[ladycissa]

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💡 a time my muse laughed.

It wasn’t as if laughing was forbidden in the Black Manor, but the children of the house were educated when there was a time and place where they can be “children”. Mainly when there weren’t any eyes, and as Narcissa grew older it was more and more unlady-like to be laughing in public. The occasional giggle (of course in a lady-like fashion) was allowed given the right circumstances, such as a coworker of her father that made a joke (even if it wasn’t funny). 

As a manner of fact, this was those one said moment were Narcissa shouldn’t laugh, but she couldn’t help herself. A guest, whom she wasn’t even sure who it was, had apparently been jinked. His nose was turning into various types of noses, from a pigs to a ducks and then a flamingos. Narcissa found it too hilarious to contain herself, bursting into a fit of laughter from across the hall. Tears even began to well up from her giggles, and it was noticeable to a point that her mother shot her a dirty look.

Narcissa then excused herself, between her outbursts because every time she glanced in his direction she couldn’t help herself. As she hurried along trying to get away to contain herself another guest said, “The pig is actually very fitting for him, he should keep it.” That was it, Narcissa roared with laughter all the way to the washroom. 

[ladycissa]

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👀 a time my muse told a lie

Narcissa Black was not one to lie, much. Sure she’d stretch the truth a few times before, but children don’t lie quite the opposite. Although this time she must, for she felt like she had no other choice. How otherwise was she supposed to respond? 

She had seen her, Andromeda her older sister with a boy. Not just any boy, but a muggle born. There they were walking together by the lake on Hogwarts grounds not more than a few minutes earlier. I wasn’t like Narcissa had seen them intimate with each other, but it was more so a feeling. A feeling that it was forbidden. As young as she was, barely a second year, Narcissa already knew the consequences her older sister faced just by association and Narcissa feared for her. Especially if her parents would ever find out, they’d punish her severely and Narcissa loved her sister too much for that to happen, both her sisters. 

“Didn’t you hear me Cissy?” Bellatrix asked her, in a more stern voice. “Have you seen Andy?”

“No, Bella. I haven’t seen her since this mornings breakfast. She most likely is in class.” Narcissa responded with a bewitching smile. Bellatrix cupped her hand around Narcissa’s cheek and even gave it a good, soft pinch. 

“That’s fine Cissy, you need to get to class yourself. I promise I won’t tell Mother and Father that you were skipping,” she said with a wink. 

Narcissa giggled, and hurried along towards the charms classroom, letting the nervous feeling she had disappear. “It was probably wasn’t Andromeda,” she thought, more so for herself than for anyone else. 

[ladycissa]

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💧 a time my muse cried.

“This is your betrothed, Lucius Malfoy. What an honor my daughter, the Malfoy’s have so graciously given their only son for your hand in marriage.” her father, Cygnus, bellowed happily.

“What a handsome young man,” Druella exclaimed, “Gorgeous, pureblooded grandchildren. I can hardy wait!” 

Narcissa looked at the young boy in front of her, and curtsied. She didn’t think of him handsome in any sorts, but rather she was at a age where she found most boys repulsive. What child at the age of ten wouldn’t think like that. She luckily was raised with only sisters, but whenever they would attend banquets and young boys would be there she’d stay as far away as possible. Her prince charming wouldn’t be repulsive, she’d recognize him immediately. Although she had never met this said charming, but Narcissa was sure that one day he would come. Alas, even if he did it was no use. As a Black it was her duty to marry whom her parent’s dictated, she had only had a faint glimmer of hope that they would have skipped over her due to her status as youngest. 

“Mother,” Narcissa said, voice soft as honey, “I must go and freshen up.” A huge knot had appeared in her throat, and Narcissa felt that she wouldn’t be able to withstand the feelings that were simmering deep inside. With a only a nod of approval, for Druella was in a important conversation over a half-blood who faked her pureblood status with Mrs. Malfoy. Mrs. Malfoy. Narcissa felt sick to her stomach, she is a Black and always will be but there will come a day where she would be referred to as Mrs. Malfoy. She quickly, but elegantly, left the manor’s ballroom and as she reached the stairs started to run. Entering her room, the little girl flug herself onto her bed. Her breath stuttering with every sob. The tears flowing freely, and the pain that she had held released in a out pour of emotions. Narcissa’s bright green eyes glowed an emerald shade in compare to the redness that surround her irises. For a moment, Narcissa was the child she was. A child whose dreams had been crushed in a moments notice. 

[fromthelilypad]

Fight me (Greta)

Lily enjoys spending time with Greta, and generally finds her very easy to get along with. Since Lily has very recently started talking with Greta about potions, she’s a bit nervous Greta may poke into why she’s so interested in making wolfsbane so palatable. Lily doesn’t see any reason to fight Greta, but if Lily felt her friend’s secret was being threatened she wouldn’t hesitate to fight anyone to protect it. 

[fromthelilypad]

Fight me

There is no situation Lily can think of where she would fight Alastor. For one, Lily currently has too much respect for the older Order member. Secondly, Lily is pretty sure that Alastor could take her in a fight. Lily’s fairly confident in her ability to hold her own and defend herself, but she admires Alastor and woudln’t want to press her luck.

The only reason she may be tempted to fight him would be if he tried to stop her from pursuing a story or going after suspected death eaters. If Lily thought Alastor was getting in the way of preventing justice, she’d definitely aim a petrificus totalus at him. (Even if he was just trying to protect her.)

[justremuslupin]

Fight Me

Fight Meme || Accepting

Remus looks up to Alastor and it would be hard pressed for him to actually do something against him, especially take a swing at him. Like with most, Remus would let him say whatever bad about Remus he wants; the only time I could really see him taking a swing at Alastor is if the other would ever happen to say anything bad about the Marauders or something. And even then, Remus would feel awful about it afterwards, though he would always stand up for his friends.

[xfortescue]

Fight Me

@axmoody​ || fight meme || accepting

The only scenario in which I see Alice possibly lifting her fist to her dear colleague is if she was a little drunk and he said something insulting about her cat. Tipsy Alice would definitely be of the emotional sort and Lady is her family. So a wrong turn of phrase about her at the Three Broomsticks might incite violence ( although she wouldn’t be doing much damage ) 

[fromthelilypad]

Confess!!

“Well, this is actually slightly embarrassing, but uh... ever since joining the order I guess I’ve had a little bit of a crush on you? I just really admire how you always take initiative and follow your hunches. I’ve always flown into things headfirst and full of passion, and I appreciate that you seem to always be working towards something, that you’re always focused on pursuing justice and working to fight back against everything that’s going on. I’m often blinded by my passion, but I feel like I could learn a lot from you about constant vigilance and how to really focus in on things.”