#narcissa1

[janamclaggen]

when: April 27, 1979 where: Great Hall who: Jana + @narcissablack-x​

Jana chewed obnoxiously on a piece of gum as she stuck her hand out to shake her partner’s, mandrake baby on her hip already, “Hi, I’m Jana. I don’t know if you remember me.” She’d crashed, with Iris’ permission, that Nott hen’s party. The one with the strippers. “Our baby’s going to be real blonde, I can tell.”

[zeldanettles]

“Pretty kitty, a party suits you.” Zelda admired, eyes peeking out over the top of her cup. “You’re real gorgeous.”

@narcissablack-x​

[romieblack]

“When isn’t Bella late?”

@narcissablack-x

[amos-wil]

@narcissawil

Amos wasn’t exactly subtle in his attempts to sneak items in from Hogsmeade. In fact, he tried to drag as much attention to himself as possible. This wasn’t for the intention of getting caught, of course, but usually when a student was doing something that could warrant a detention, they tried to be quiet. Amos’ idea was to do the exact opposite so suspicion would not lay upon him. So, with ease, he carried a box through the hallways, smiling at every passer-by on his way to the Hufflepuff Common Room.

In the box contained forbidden items, but nothing too drastic to risk expulsion, or so he hoped. A Fanged Frisbee, a couple of weak Love Potions and some Ever-Bashing Boomerangs were just a few of the items contained within. Amos had only one purpose for them, of course. To unleash to his dorm-mates. Whether it would be in a friendly here have a present type of way or a I’m going to throw this at you while you’re sleeping kind of gesture, he hadn’t quite decided. Either way, the prospect of showing them to his closest friend, regardless, made the risk all the more worth it.

And boy, did Amos know the risk. Especially when he spotted a certain blonde Slytherin nearby. His first instinct was to ignore her completely and continue on his journey. After all, he didn’t know her all that well. A few passing words here or there, passing on messages from Professors or having to talk to her regarding her prefect nonsense. But the problem was exactly that – her status. He didn’t know her well enough to know how observant she was. Or how nosey. So he took a risk, and grinned at her as he wandered past.

“Narcissa Black.” Amos halted beside her, shifting all of the weight from the box into just one of his arms so he could do a half bow. “How wonderful it is for you to grace us with your beauty. Rather selfish of Slytherin house to drag it to the Dungeons so often.”