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[thenarcissablack-blog1]

Narcissa rarely got livid. Or at least she didn’t allow her emotions to get the better off her to the point that she expressed how livid she was. Today was not one of those days. Luckily the woman could control herself, to some extent anyway, and managed to contain her anger until she at least not in public. She might have been livid, but she also had a reputation to protect. The only person she tended to express her anger, and most of her emotions to, were Lucius. She knew that her husband wouldn’t belittle her feelings, or run to the nearest journalist to sell the story. It was quite a good arrangement, even if Narcissa rarely got livid.

The blonde sighed, running her fingers through her blonde curls. They were kind of messy now, but she didn’t care. Because she was angry. “How dare she.... how fucking dare she....” That was a tell tale sign that things were bottling up inside too much. Narcissa hardly cussed. It wasn’t lady like, and especially not for a pureblood of her standing. But behind closed doors, anything could happen.

“She wouldn’t have even been married to him if it wasn’t for me.” 

Along with angry though.... Narcissa was hurt. Maya had been her best friend, for as long as she could remember. And deep down in her heart, it hurt to think that that relationship might be ruined forever now.

But right now. all that was coming out of anger. And it wasn’t pretty.

@malfoy-luciusabraxas

[commanderlestrange]

Who: Bella + @slytherdaddy​ When: Feb 28th, late evening. Where: The edge of the Forbidden Forest

The sight of the castle looming through a break in the tree-line was almost sickening. Bellatrix had graduated well over a decade ago, and yet twice in a month the castle was offending her gaze. It almost felt like a cage now - it had felt freeing, at the time. Being taught magic in an official capacity, as opposed to the illegal magic her parents taught her from a young age, initially it was very exciting. However, the longer she spent there the more it felt restrictive. The sort of magic Bellatrix wanted to explore, the magic that thrummed through her veins and made her heart beat was not simple charms and transfiguration. It was dark magic, darkness that only a man such as the Dark Lord could teach efficiently. Hogwarts was child’s play, and Bellatrix had grown to resent it quickly. 

Breaking in and damaging the school and Dumbledore’s office had almost felt like retribution - revenge for wasting so many years of her childhood where she could have been honing her skills in the necessary areas. Now she was frustrated - frustrated that she was back here once more, frustrated that the memories they had so carefully retrieved had proved useless. If the mission tomorrow was a failure, Bellatrix would surely find herself being seriously punished by the Dark Lord. The last thing she wanted was to feel his wrath, but she could almost sense it coming - like a wave of discomfort, washing over her.

Lost in all these thoughts as she approached the edge of the forest, Bellatrix set a foot wrong and found herself falling with a exclamation of surprise. As she fell she fumbled for her wand, which jolted from her hand as she landed with a thud. Taking in her surroundings, Bellatrix swore loudly as she looked up to see the gaping hole that had clearly been glamoured. She had been right - the teachers had set booby traps. A rustle of movement to her left had her head whipping around, and Bellatrix frowned in confusion. “Malfoy? What the fuck are you doing here?”

“Wait....how long have you been here?”