closed starter for @siriusffs
— possibly the worst thing about these parties ( the worst on a long list of other terrible things ) was the large amount of estranged family members narcissa was bound to run into. she was certain andromeda and her home wrecking husband were around here somewhere, and she prayed she wouldn’t run into either at any point. one person she could stomach, though, was sirius. despite his views which conflicted with her own, the two had always gotten along quite well. not as well as her and regulus got on, but still, they were civil. she figured this may be her only time to catch up with him — possibly forever, given the current political climate — and with the hopes her parents weren’t eyeing her like hawks, she approached him, lightly tapping on his shoulder to get his attention.
— when he turned around and her light eyes met his dark ones ( he had inherited the black family eyes that seemed to skip her ), she felt a pang of regret. it was doubtful he would want to speak with her, especially with her recent marriage ( her ring felt heavy on her finger ), but it was worth a shot.
— “ hello, dear cousin, ” she kept her tone smooth, though her voice wanted to shake. these were the people her family was fighting to destroy. children who still looked silly and gangly in dress robes. it was saddening. “ how have you been ? ”