#rphoenixlucissa

[phoenixscrapbook]

Lucius Malfoy, waiting for Narcissa to finish touching up her hair so they can make their first entrance as husband and wife at their wedding reception.

Taken by the wedding photographer

December 21st 1978

[thenarcissablack-blog1]

Wedding Reception; Open

Honestly Narcissa was exhausted. Why had nobody told her that a wedding would be so exhausting? She was going to sleep well tonight, after some other night time activities of course. But she still had a few hours of the reception to get through, and one could not look tired. She did not need some reporter reporting that she looked anything but perfect. She had worked hard for today, and didn’t want anything to be less than perfect. The blonde sighed, a happy sigh, as she looked around the reception. She was happy. The ring was finally on her finger and she was a Malfoy. Lucius was hers. At least in the legal sense. Who knew what other women would try to get their claws into him. She wasn’t dumb enough to think her being his wife would stop that. But now that she was a Black by blood and a Malfoy by law. Things were good.

She smiled, taking a sip of her champagne. Yes. She was happy. And yes, maybe her mind did slip once or twice to a sister and cousin that her younger self would have wanted here, but apart from that, the wedding was perfect.

[mayazabini]

The Last Dance || The Murder of Archibald Burke

The reception is in full swing and yet Maya still sits at the head table, doing little to hide her boredom. Archie still hadn’t made his way over to her yet-she could see him now, yucking it up with some old couple who look half way dead. Maya rolls her eyes and keeps scanning the room. Narcissa, beautiful as ever, being twirled around deftly by Lucius, who doesn’t look totally atrocious for his credit. Instinctively, she begins to scan the corners and along the walls and she finds his hulking figure soon enough. 

Cassiel is a piss poor candidate for gate crashing-he was less than inconspicuous to begin with, towering over most people, and now he’s added those ridiculous tattoos to his neck. The scars from Maya’s flames have been turned into freakishly real scales-not unlike those on that stupid snake he loves so much that’s probably in the pocket of his dress robes as they speak. A red eye magically enchanted to move around rests above the scales on his right side-though Maya isn’t entirely sure he can’t see out of the damn thing. The jacket on his dress robes has a ridiculously high collar-Maya’s assuming its in place in an attempt to at least make himself somewhat presentable, but she hates it. She hates it almost as much as she hates the thrill that runs through her when he catches her staring and winks at her. She feels him pressing to get into her thoughts and she relents. 

You look like a total and absolute wanker.

He gives her a look and cocks his head to the side slightly, indicating the completely empty table around her. Maya doesn’t need his freakish powers to understand what he means. Right back at you.

Shut the fuck up.

He smirks back at her before grabbing a cup of shrimp cocktail off of a passing tray. Maya watches in disgust as he starts to eat the shrimp in one bite, tails and all.

“Archibald!”

Maya’s voice soars above the music, causing everyone in the room to look at her as she stands-almost as if that was her intention. She throws her husband an adoring smile that widens when she feels Cass’s eyes burning into her.

“Dance with me, my love? I simply adore this song.”

An extra punch of her seduction powers have the poor bastard practically tripping over himself to take her in his arms. It’s getting boring-how easy it all is. And there are few things in this world that Maya hates more than boredom

@cass-avery

[regulus--a--black]

Bored / Lucissa Wedding

Regulus didn’t like these fancy pureblood affairs.  Yes, he was happy for his favorite cousin, but she was the only person in the room that he actually cared about.  So there he stood, in the corner, watching everyone dance at the reception.  

No one had asked him to dance.  He did know the basics, but the empty gaze on his face probably made him quite unapproachable.  That was what he was going for.  He was quite sure his mother was somewhere in the mass of people trying to find him a suitable girl to dance with.

He almost didn’t notice someone approaching.  After a few moments of silence, he turned to look at the person who dared to invade his little bubble.  “Can I help you?”

[phoenixscrapbook]

The details in the Malfoy wedding were simply to die for.

Taken by a reporter for the write-up in Witch Weekly’s society pages.

December 21st 1978

[phoenixscrapbook]

Narcissa, minutes before her wedding, trying to calm her nerves.

Taken by her wedding photographer, moments before Maya chases him away and threatened him within an inch of his life

December 21st 1978

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Bellatrix and Rodolphus Lestrange dancing at the wedding of Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy.

Taken by the Wedding Photographer

December 21st 1978

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Regulus Black, clearly having the time of his life at his cousin’s wedding.

Taken by the wedding photographer

December 21st 1978