#darknessrising:starter

[genesisolli]

'Don’t drink this.' The writing taunted her ocean orbs. Why would her father send her something she couldn’t even drink? Was this some sort of test? Genesis knew she had upset her father with her underhanded deals over break to learn more about her muggle heritage. She didn’t think he would endanger his only heir over something so foolish.  Rolling her eyes she let out a dejected sigh before returning her attention to the text book in front of her. Tapping the tip of her quill against the book aggressively she finally gives in. Popping the lid off the vial in front of her, before she took a steady eye to her surroundings. Her hiding spot of choice having been the room the Frog Choir had exited out of earlier in the evening.

No witnesses. No one to talk her out of drinking a questionable substance. So, she places the vial to her lips and drinks the liquid. It was an odd taste, something bitter but the after taste was sweet as sugar. The area around her started to glow and she muttered a quick ‘fuck’. The mic on its stand compelled her towards it. It whispered her name across the air sending vibrating chills to her heart. Goosebumps pertruded out of the pores in her skin. She stands up abruptly, the forgotten book in her lap thuds against the ground.

The recklessness in her blood magnified with a dangerous numbing emotion. Her fingers wrap around the mic stand as she lets the words flow from her lips harmoniously.  

♫ Half past twelve

And I'm watching the late show in my flat all alone

How I hate to spend the evening on my own

Autumn winds

Blowing outside my window as I look around the room

And it makes me so depressed to see the gloom

Is there a man out there

Someone to hear my prayers

Gimme gimme gimme a man after midnight

Won't somebody help me chase the shadows away

Gimme gimme gimme a man after midnight

Take me through the darkness to the break of the day ♫

[smallcis]

Narcissa had gotten a hold of some gum which she chewed to dissolve the taste of alcohol in her mouth. This party she just wanted to observe how things went, and well.. watch everyone her peers turn blue. She parted her lips to blow a bubble with the gum, but much to her surprise when the bubble popped.. Fake blood spewed out of it onto the person in front of her. 

She blinked once, then twice, then thrice in disbelief. Did that really just happen?

“What in the Salazar hell was that?”

[smallcis]

Narcissa had just left detention with Slughorn and wrinkled her nose at the thought of retiring to the dungeon just yet. Instead she headed the opposite direction towards the Great Hall instead. There were not many others lurking the halls this hour. She could easily catch up on whatever reading she needed to do after she relaxed for a little. The girl made no notion to bid anyone hello or exchange basic salutations. 

In this moment it was as if she was the only one that existed. Cissa plopped herself down on the piano bench in the Great Hall. Moving her hand in front of her to crack her knuckles before her fingers started to glide expertly across the keys. The look on he face frozen somber. Each chord brought a small little bit of light to her face, until the last bit she had an entire grin. Swan Lake was one of her favorite pieces to lay. 

The grin however vanished after she finished the set and noticed she was no longer entertaining herself. Her form became rigid and poise with her hands being tucked inside her lap. For a rare moment, Narcissa Black is speechless. 

[genesisolli]

           Genesis had started to feel cranky without her alone time. Whenever she turned she ran into a peer that passed through her like a ghost. A group of students annoyed her and she remembered an abandoned room she had stumbled upon her third year on the fifth stair level. She was bound to get there before the curfew limit hit, so she could stay there and the others would be blissfully unaware of her doing her own thing.

           Paranoia catches up with her as she stared over her shoulder, and walked past the room a few times. Before she threw the door open and stepped inside. She thought about locking the door, but quickly abandoned the idea.  There’s ripped curtains and clouds of dust. Evidence the place hasn’t been visited since her last time. Genesis goes to work creating a hammock with the curtains after she rattles off some coughs from the dust.

           There she swung, lighting up a cig to bring to her lips. Being mindful not to tar the finicky material with the point of her heels.  When the door handle finally rattles she turns her head with a glare at the source. Making no attempt of moving the rest of her body out of her leisure position.