#narcissaablack

[docdearborn-blog]

“You’re freaking out over nothing.”

Doc felt as if he’d just been slapped. “Narcissa, you can’t be serious.” He deadpanned. What he’d just walked in on in their world it was... “Do you know how much trouble you could get in for this?” He couldn’t even look at her. It was like walking in on one of his little sisters with. Glancing at Heath, he fought back the hex right in the forefront of his mind. What had they been thinking? “Put some clothing on, Narcissa. You’re lucky I won’t be mentioning this to your sister.”

[docdearborn-blog]

“That last pumpkin pastie is mine, don’t you dare.”

“Oh? You mean, you mean this one?” Doc smirked, dangling the pastie just out of her reach. “I’ll think you’ll find that I had it first soooo...” Biting into the snack he groaned at the taste. “Mmm, still fresh.”

[rodolphusaleixolestrange-blog]

“Pass the firewhiskey, if I’m not completely intoxicated in twenty minutes you’ve failed your duty as friend.”

“I supposed I’m just going to have to fail then.” Rodolphus replied, pouring the bottle out into the street. “But in doing so, I win as a brother. You don’t need to do this, Narcissa.” He said softly, his large hand coming to rest on her shoulder. “Besides, you smell as if you’d had enough already.” His hand slipped to her other shoulder so his arm was firmly around her shoulders. “Come on, you can come and sleep it off at our house.” 

He couldn’t begin to understand his sister-in-law’s depression over everything that had happened with Weasley, but if he’d been denied Bella he might have been in a similar position. Besides, she had at least accepted that she would marry Lucius and Weasley had at least been a pureblood (even if a blood traitor at that) unlike Andromeda who had completely shamed her family. Thankfully his marriage was more or less finalized and his parents hadn’t been able to back out of the deal. Of course he didn’t mention it, he knew how much the disgraced Black sister was a sore spot for Bella and Narcissa, but the youngest Black was lucky Lucius was happy to still go through with the marriage after that scandal. 

[andromedadblack-blog]

“You know I’m always here for you, right?”

Andromeda opened one eye and turned to look at her sister, admiring the way her lovely blonde hair fanned out against the green green grass that spread out over the hills. She smiled sweetly, her gaze meeting her younger sister’s. “Of course, Cissy.” Andi reached over and placed her hand on top of her sister’s. 

Of course, Cissy wouldn’t want to be there for her when she found out what her older sister had done. Andromeda had slept with Edward Tonks but that wasn’t the worst of it. She was in love. Completely and utterly in love. “And I’m always here for you.”

[andromedadblack-blog]

“I don’t feel safe letting you be alone when you’re in that shape.”

“I’m pregnant, Narcissa, not invalid.” Andromeda snapped. She didn’t know what had possessed her to even try to arrange a meeting with her younger sister especially when she didn’t even feel confident to tell Ted where she was going. It had been years since she’d spoken to her immediate family and with the baby so close to being born, she’d felt so lonely even with the love of Sirius, Ted and his family. She’d honestly just needed her sisters. Andi had at least hoped that Cissy would be more willing to meet. She had been right but it hadn’t been like it once was.

The whole thing had been awkward and stilted with Narcissa barely meeting her eyes once. In the end it was Andromeda who had cut the afternoon short. “I honestly don’t know what I was thinking, Cissy. Congratulations on your match. I’m sure you’ll make mother and father very proud.”

[heathcliffcharlesweasley-blog]

“You need to stop doing stupid shit like that or you will get yourself killed.”

“Why Duchess, you almost sound concerned.” Heathcliff laughed bitterly, not bothering to wipe the blood trickling down his face. Perhaps it had been stupid to get so drunk and then take on three men much bigger than himself but he hadn’t exactly been thinking clearly when the society page of the Prophet had included a full page spread on Narcissa’s betrothal announcement to Lucius Malfoy - of all people. There was never any love lost between Lucius and Heath or the Malfoys and the Weasleys.

“Why does it matter to you if I get myself killed or not? We’ve had our fun, this was never meant to be anything more than a roll in the sheets. Don’t pretend you actually had feelings for me, Black, you’ll just insult us both.” Wiping his hand on the corner of his mouth, Heath struggled to his feet, not sparing her a second glance as he stumbled towards the Leaky Cauldron to the public floo point so he could return home and lick his wounds like a kicked dog.

[docdearborn-blog]

“I have the right to be worried!”

“Do you now?” Though Doc’s tone was light, his eyes flashed in annoyance. The Black family had made their stance perfectly clear on his banishment from not only his family but their world, and their girls (at least Bellatrix and Narcissa as Andromeda had met a similar fate) were expected to follow suit. Doc didn’t have the favour of a rich uncle like Sirius and his family had cut all ties so he was more or less living each day on his ever dwindling savings. “I thought your family severed all connections with me along with my own family?” Caradoc made to cross the street, he’d be late to his job interview if Narcissa didn’t move.

“You should worry about yourself, Cissy. This is no way to live a life and you know it.”

[docdearborn-blog]

“Blood? Are you bleeding?”

Caradoc wiped the back of his hand against his lips. “Looks like it.” He panted, his hand moving up to brush through his hair. It didn’t matter though, Narcissa was safe. He’d been walking through Diagon Alley when he’d come across the girl being manhandled by some blonde oaf. The Blacks were family friends and you never messed with family or friends of family. What he hadn’t counted on was his opponent to have such a strong right hook or the fact that he’d barely been able to hold his own. He could just here his mother now: “Fighting?! With your fists like a common muggle?!” With an annoyed groan and a roll of his eyes, he surveyed his face in a nearby store window. His eye would bruise, his nose was most likely broken (not for the first time, mind) and his lip had a large split slightly off centre. 

“It doesn’t matter. Are you alright, Cissy?”