#thread: narcissa

[evanxrosier]

When: Four days after the election

Where: Outside a bar, somewhere

Who: @starcissa​

At some point, Evan had hoped that the excruciating pain that had become that night that Rodolphus had assumed power would dim and become something of a dull ache, but it never happened.  It still seemed to burn bright and hot, no matter how much he tried to quash it down.  

It made getting through each day feel like a momentous feat, and the exhaustion was starting to get to him.  He didn't know how to fight it, how to make it easier for himself.  He drank, he did drugs, he slept once for nearly 24 hours straight, but he always woke or sobered up to the same shitty, fucked up world.

It didn't really stop himself from trying and right now he was halfway through another bender, being kicked out of one bar and off to find another when he ran smack dab into someone that looked vaguely familiar through the haze.  He held her shoulders for a moment, blinking to clear his eyes.  "Narcissa Black," he said after a moment, recognizing her as one of Nellie's friends more than anything else.  "Hello.  I'm sorry.  Also can you buy me a drink? I think I left my wallet back there and I can't go back in.  They're being ridiculous about cutting me off because I'm 'making a disturbance'," he said, complete with air quotes.

[po0runfortunates0uls-blog]

Narcissa wasn’t 100 percent sure she wanted to be at this ball. She had come to keep up appearances and to please her parents but there was a million other things that she would rather being doing. And showing up to a ball alone was not one of them. Her eyes scanned the room silently, easily spotting many people that she knew. Some she hadn’t seen since they had graduated Hogwarts. Thoughts to approach them came to mind, but she didn’t want to disrupt anyone’s night.

Locking with her mother across the room, she shifted from foot to foot nervously before she began to walk around the ballroom floor. Maybe if she made herself look busy, she could escape the withering looks she was receiving.

Slipping through the crowd unnoticed was quite easy, until she walked into someone. “Oh Merlin. I’m so sorry.”

[amycus-wil]

some promises | narcissa&amycus

@narcissawil​

He was the perfect image of someone anxious to have a conversation.

As Amycus spotted Narcissa across the Common Room, he paused in his step. A couple of days had passed since the Halloween Ball and since the youngest Black sister had kissed him. It had only taken him a few seconds to pass off the shock, but he had decided to prolong his act of concern and warmed behaviour. He had been careful not to contact her, to act as though he was giving her space to figure things out. In truth, he didn’t really care. But he had a part to play – and from hear say, he knew being a gentleman was the best way to continue to win Narcissa’s approval.

Now, he hadn’t missed being around the Slytherin, but it didn’t mean he wasn’t pleased to see her. Amycus liked very few students within Hogwarts, but Narcissa’s company was nice enough. If he was to have an ulterior motive with a Pureblooded woman, he was quite lucky to have her. As insufferable as she could be, she was better than most.

Putting on a facade of nerves and uncertainty, Amycus started a slow pace towards her. Once he reached her, he faked an uncomfortable cough before sending her a small smile. He tried to look concerned, even though he was feeling the exact opposite. Already, he was far ahead in his plan than he ever anticipated. Even if Narcissa deemed the kiss a mistake, it still happened. There was clear attraction there that he could work on, even if it would take a little bit longer.

The alternative was that she actually found a romantic interest in him, and that would be a perk. He wasn’t that bothered either way, but he bit down on his bottom lip as if the conversation was the most nerve-wrecking thing he’d ever had to do.

“Er, Hi.” Amycus murmured, falling into the couch next to her. “Can we… maybe talk about Halloween?”

[amycus-wil]

leverage | narcissa & amycus

Strange things were happening at Hogwarts. Mudbloods getting too big for their boots, two Gryffindors as Head Boy and Girl causing most of the house to be insufferable. But the oddest thing Amycus had ever witnessed, in the majority of his time attending the awful school, was walking past an open classroom door and having to go back to take another look to make sure his eyes weren’t deceiving him. Narcissa Black. In a detention?! Most students got into trouble every now and again, but his favourite Black sister wasn’t one of them.

He checked the time, curious, and being fairly familiar with detentions presumed it was a typical evening detention, close to ending. If it were anyone else he knew, he’d carry on with his journey back to the Slytherin Common Room. But there was a story behind this. Not only that, but Narcissa owed him a favour – and he’d thought carefully about how to get the best result over the entire situation. He knew what he wanted – but he wasn’t a plan every movement kind of guy. Now was a perfect opportunity to wing it, and hope it worked out in his favour.

Amycus leant against the wall, humming to himself when he heard the Professor dismiss the students from detention. It seemed there were only two in there. Amos Diggory – who, in any other circumstance he would have mocked but didn’t want to be distracted – and Narcissa followed. As soon as she left the room, he gave her a large smirk.

“Well, well, well. Never took you for a bad girl, Cissa.”

@narcissawil