Narcissa Malfoy

23 - Former Slytherin - Black - Fundraiser

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walden & narcissa

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toomcnairtocare‌:

Walden shook Narcissa’s hand gladly. Of the Black sisters, she may be the most tame but he knew better than to underestimate her. All Blacks came out of the womb with sharp teeth and sharper wit. How she managed to put up with someone as dull and lackluster as Lucius he’d never know.  He hardly seemed like he could keep up with anyone, much less a Black. But that wasn’t exactly the sort of small-talk society smiled upon.

“Cissa,” he said, voice warm. “She’s doing quite well, pregnancy is suiting her and she’s quite enjoying Hogwarts. What is it that brings you over? Not that I’m not pleased for your company, of course. What can I help you with?”

He ushered her inside the house, chiding Mo gently as the still-growing puppy ran circles around Narcissa and whining in excitement. She ought to know better by now, but she’d not met Cissa before and she probably looked more fun than the construction workers.

"I'm glad she is fine." Narcissa started by letting the rest of the conversation turn to business. Not that she needed any introduction, and she knew very well that she wasn't there to just talk. She found herself led into the house, and a hideous creature began to sneak her and tried to ignore it as she did with her husband's cats. It was the best way, or she would kill them completely. "I believe that my presence is due to business. They can be fascinating to you, Walden, if you prefer, so to speak." She adjusted her dress and stared coldly at the creature again and continued. "I'm setting up a fundraising, and maybe I would like to help this year or have a special participation." If he understood correctly, he would know that she had the purpose of helping himself.

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msdaisymcnair‌:

Daisy shrugged, not really sure how else to answer. “That seems to be the case,” she agreed. Narcissa’s infrequent cycling of clothing seemed a bit wasteful, but Daisy knew she couldn’t judge without the full story. After all, it was entirely possibly she was donating gowns and robes she no longer wore. “So not the dress for this occasion?” she asked to make sure she was following Narcissa’s logic. Honestly she was a good resource for conversation. Her sister had always struck Daisy as an exception rather than a rule in pureblood society, and it was hard to tell with Diana how much was her personal taste for extravagance and how much was the expectations of British society. Having Narcissa for comparison was a good indicator.

"You have a lovely body, Daisy." Narcissa smiled, letting the words leave her mouth with a gentle smile. "I think you can find here pretty good gowns at least for date nights. Especially after you can save them for your next pregnancy." She looked again for the mirror with a sickening feeling that this wasn't the right dress for her. "At the. It's a business dinner with Lucius,' and I habitually wear what combines with his tie. But this time, I want something surprising. And this, it's almost garbage." She looked to the other, expecting affirmation but maybe wouldn't come. "Did you think what are you going to buy? I can help you if you need it."

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kingsley & narcissa

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kingmeshacklebolt‌:

“It’s nice to smile and mean it for once.” Kingsley admitted, his grin loose and easy. Things seemed like they might finally start going his way for once. Narcissa had helped with that, and Kingsley would never stop feeling grateful for that. Repaying her with dinner seemed the absolute least he could do.

“I did, yeah. Figured I owed you at least one plate of free food.” He chuckled as he looked around the street they stood on. Not many Wizarding restaurants cooked kosher food so his picking were a bit slim. If it had been anyone else he would take her into Muggle London, but she hardly seemed the type to enjoy it. He would just have to live with somewhat lackluster food choices. Could be a lot worse than that these days. “You ready? I was thinking of Three Broomsticks but I’m open to suggestions.”

Dinner was undoubtedly something Narcissa would insist on not remembering for months to come. However, to keep her family safe, she made that sacrifice. "I am relieved to know that you are feeling more relaxed." She knew he shouldn't relax too much from the war, but the important thing was to keep the relationship there. "We will train your managers, shall we? One plate of free food is not the best you can say to a dame, Kings." The voice was slightly rigid, letting him understand that it was not a phrase that was pleasant to her ears. Going to Three Broomsticks was certainly not her favorite food space, and she would prefer to spend the rest of the week in a bathtub cleaning up the dirt from the place. In the end, she smiled and nodded. "It will be an honor. I haven't been there in a long time, and surely they must have changed the menu. Would you help me?"

[jamie-abbott]

Special Order

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jamie-abbott‌:

Jamie thought about it for a moment. It certainly was a normal request, by the shop’s standards, but as they stepped out from behind the counter they were fairly sure they didn’t have anything like this in stock. 

“We keep a selection of canes over here,” they said, waving her over to a small display stand of various wood and bone and metal canes. One of them even featured a real skeleton’s hand curving over its top, an homage to the general aesthetic of the shop. “Nothing with snakes, unfortunately, but we do work in custom orders. I’m Jamie Abbott, one of the craftsmen; if you aren’t in a hurry, we can discuss having something made for you?”

Narcissa's eyes soon looked at the man carefully, while he looked at the materials they had before offering him a concrete answer. It was the kind of behavior that the blonde liked, where the supplier did not act lightly in thinking that she would be foolish enough not to know how to negotiate something. She faced the options of cane there, and none attracted her only, always one part seemed ideal for another. She would probably require a unique combination of three options that she had liked. "I would love to argue, Mr. Abbott. I am Narcissa Malfoy." She held up her hand for him to kiss. "Yes, I am in no hurry to discuss anything that will be a gift to my husband. It is a pity that there is no prompt delivery a snake's head, but maybe we can discuss some possibilities of snakes that the piece can get?"

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walden & narcissa

The path to McNair wasn't challenging. The man was influential, wealthy, and could assist Narcissa in the fundraising she was setting up to get the money she needed to invest in Death Eaters. He could be a great source of washing in that fundraising, and, for her, it would be the ideal alternative for such an act. "Walden." She started, approaching and offered her hand to greet him. "I believe that this space is sufficient for our conversation. How are you doing? I saw your wife a few days ago, and she seemed very happy." Badly dressed, Narcissa wanted to say but preferred to act as respectfully as possible.

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kingsley & narcissa

"And I can see you are in a good mood, Kingsley." Narcissa moved closer to the other, as she looked around making sure no one would imagine or suppose anything over two friends chatting. She decided to be around since his boyfriend returned home to make sure he wouldn't remember anything from the Malfoy's Manor. It was a guarantee that her family was safe, and she could continue her work without any issues. "I am glad to see this, to be honest. If I remember well, you asked me to go to dinner with you." She smiled, thinking it was an excellent way to make him distracted for a while.

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msdaisymcnair‌:

Daisy liked meeting people without lots of high stakes involved. This was the perfect kind of moment like this. It wasn’t some big event where she needed to smile and remember names. They were simply two women chatting at the tailor’s. It was kind of nice.

“I can understand that,” Daisy agreed. “Walden has said he doesn’t mind me buying occasion gowns, but I feel the same way. If it doesn’t have versatility, is it worth it?” She shrugged, not having the answer. “I just bought a few things that are supposed to give me some options as the baby grows. With where I’m at right now, I can’t imagine being something for right this second.”

Daisy's opinions were unnecessary for Narcissa. Anyway, she looked to the other with a careful and gentle look, giving a smile at the end. The other was a McNair and Cissy expected at least that the other could understand the importance of how she looked all the time. "Especially when it comes to pregnancy if I am correct." She turned to the other and walked closer to her. "If I am buying a gown for one night, it needs to be outstanding. However, I am looking for something I can use more than once, at least three times. And this one, probably I would wear for just one or two."

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softboi-malfoy‌:

“Radiant,” Lucius said honestly, when she asked him how she looked. His fingers were still warm where she’s pressed her cheek into his touch. Everything about them was so tentative and fragile, but beneath it all there burned a desire that very nearly frightened him. It seemed imperative to act on it, yet something heavy knitted in his chest at the constant worry that one wrong, bold move could shatter everything.

He couldn’t mess this up. He couldn’t give her any reason to doubt him or think little of him. He had to be so careful he nearly shivered with the effort.

Noting her comment, as soon as she walked off Lucius headed to his own preparations for the evening. He made sure the house elves knew to take care of the kittens, and then put on precisely the suit Narcissa had mentioned. When they’re convened in the study, the sight of her in red nearly stole the breath from his already constricted lungs.

“Only a few minutes now,” he answered, standing next to the cleared desk, which held only a small golden handmirror on it which would function as their portkey. He dared to reach out a hand and steady her as she approached, touch light across her arm.

“I would catch you if you stumbled, Narcissa,” He quirked a smile at her, tone lightly teasing but earnest. He slid his hand down her arm and wound their fingers together, daring to tug softly as if to invite her to step closer against him, so he could wrap an arm around her waist and steady her during the disorienting method of travel. “I would carry you, if it came to it. So you needn’t worry.”

"Great." She said, walking over to him and feeling as if a magnet was approaching her. It was an experience that seemed very fast and, at the same time, full of twists and turns in this world of marriage. At first, Narcissa preferred to keep her distance and respect for her husband, realizing that she had become involved in a completely new world and would need to adapt. However, since they had consummated the marriage and learned that they preferred to spend more time together, things seemed to have moved at an accelerated pace. "I think we have a few minutes for ourselves then." Her body reacted to his contact and watched him with a brief smile over his promise to catch if he fell. "I hope so." Narcissa felt his fingers slide down her arm, and she intertwined her fingers with his and approached unconsciously, allowing the bodies to touch. She adjusted his tie as she felt his hands on her waist and smiled, looking slightly at the floor. "Thanks for that." It was one of the few times that Narcissa would be grateful for his generous attitudes. She held the mirror and, before she felt the discomfort of the trip, pulled a kiss slowly and enveloping him to close his eyes before getting lost in the dizziness of the journey. It took a few minutes before she felt the floor under her feet, and she felt her body adapt to the experience while holding on to it as well. I could feel the fresh air from being outside. "Finished?"

[jamie-abbott]

Special Order

Jamie had worked at Dystyl Phaelanges for almost ten months now. They were a dependable worker, always on time, mild-mannered and good with customers. The only complaint the proprietors could have made is that they’d sometimes show up with bruised knuckles or a split lip, but other than that Jamie cleaned up well and they got the feeling that in Knockturn Alley, the occasional black eye really wouldn’t draw that much attention. 

Recently they’d been introduced more to the craft side of the store. They were used to working with metal and charms, but the transition to wood and bone and teeth wasn’t as radical as they may have supposed. They were sitting behind the shop counter and polishing a wolf’s jawbone that would fit into another custom order when the bone chime above the door clattered to signal an entrance. 

The woman obviously came from money, and carried herself well. Jamie set down the bone and stood with a an innocuous smile. 

“Good afternoon, miss; how may I assist you today?”

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Since Lucius was in the hospital, Narcissa had decided that he deserved a gift from her. She understood well that the lives of those who served the Dark Lord would not always be spared from getting hurt, and she saw it in Bella. So, the visit to Dystyl Phaelanges had a higher purpose than just finding new objects for a future python albino snake, but it was for Lucius. When she opened the door and saw that there was an attendant, she approached him carefully, still observing the place. "Good afternoon," She answered. "I am looking for a unique cane. Would you have anything special with snake bones" Her look showed that she did not expect a negative response from the other.

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themalcolmgreengrass‌:

Malcolm considered any chance to tell anyone about his daughter or wife was not a time wasted. Though he had his disagreements with Lucius, his wife was tolerable and was the one he knew the least. He knew that Diana could care less about the other Black sister, but she wasn’t worse than the others by default. “Of course. It’s been far too long since you have been here. I think it must have been my birthday or wedding.”

Both of those events were earlier in the spring of last year and it really was extraordinary that he hadn’t invited her over since. “The sun is good for my complexion. Otherwise, I have the house staff do it or the house-elves. They’re better than I could be. Daphne is…I thought there was only ever one girl for me but I mistook the universe again.”

"I believe it was your wedding. We all had almost the same idea of ​​getting married almost next to each other." Narcissa smiled, knowing that she was sure he was a very acceptable person to talk to. "But we may need to visit each other more. But with the new married life, it can sometimes be difficult." Narcissa wanted badly to have her own family. However, not so short of having kids. For sure, the young Greengrass would be a great pureblood. "I imagine. It is always a good opportunity to walk around the space and enjoy with the family." She looked at him carefully. "It looks like you're in love. But it makes sense that you love your daughter." Something she didn't have much of. She had what she wanted, and it doesn't always mean love. "I think your wife is fine too."

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calebgoldstein‌:

Caleb followed diligently, letting his eyes roam down the corridor as they moved into another spacious room. He wondered how many other people have been met in here and how much fancier they were than Caleb. The only reason he must be here is because of the name attached to him and the work that he had proved himself worthy enough. Otherwise, he wasn’t any better than the purebloods that looked and behaved like the Malfoy couple. “Sounds like a good man. Can’t wait to have the pleasure.”

He gave a slight nod to the house-elf and lowered himself to the chair. “I am fine with giving you my creative perspective, Mrs. Malfoy. You are more than deserving of it. I…like to do oil as far as the type. I reserve charcoal for landscapes and other works. As for today, I was going to do something sophisticated and classy. Something that will compliment and look good next to the other portraits in the corridor.”

It was a way for Narcissa herself to buy time for the portrait while Lucius was slightly late. She smiled when she heard about her husband and then waited for him to sit down and offered him something to drink. "I hope he gets there on time; if not, we'll start without him." She heard about the details of the techniques and could see how much Goldstein was appreciative of his work. "Is there a special type of tea you prefer?" She asked, looking directly at him. "I like the fact that you want to make and maintain the tradition that we have. This is extremely important in this family." Narcissa almost laughed at this idea. She had her own family to maintain traditions. "Is there one of you that is your favorite?"

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casruncorn‌:

The only sort of fashion knowledge Cas had was when someone’s outfit would look better on his bedroom floor, but he only smiled and didn’t correct her. Instead he offered her his hand as he stepped closer. “I’d be flattered, my lady.” He said, voice full of charm as he tipped his head to look her over.

“Something more flattering for your figure. Maybe a bolder color. What is your favorite color?” He asked, although he was already thinking about finding something red and shining, something that would have looked good at a Christmas Ball, perhaps. Shame he didn’t know actual fashion terms to describe what he wanted.

Narcissa, hearing that he would think in any ideas, was perhaps music to her ear. It was not always that she met strangers with good clothing suggestions. They could be extraordinarily hateful and in their ridiculous fashions. Narcissa smiled, "Blue. The darkest shades possible." Her favorite color also symbolized a lot about the way she had been raised, unlike the sisters who had lived under intense family pressure. "But it may surprise me. I feel like maybe I can trust your talent." She blinked, hoping he might have some ideas in mind. Narcissa approached him, tossing her hair to the side, thinking about what would come in front of her.

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christmas encounter | Cissy and Gid

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staygoldengilderoy‌:

He swallowed, thick around the panic building in his throat, and did his best to listen to the voice. It wasn’t Mafalda, which meant she could still be out there somewhere all alone and with them and alone and–

No, because they had gotten out. They weren’t there any more. He knew this. His hair had grown back so nicely. He wasn’t dressed up like Clyde, either. Both he and Mafalda had gotten away safely. They would be okay. Gil nodded and forced himself to loosen his grip as he let this woman lead him away.

“Yeah,” he said, shaking. “Yeah, let’s– let’s–” Gilderoy blinked the past out of his eyes and forced himself to look at the woman he held on to. Oh, Narcissa. He was with Narcissa. Good. She would keep him safe.

She felt relief when the grip released slightly, but she also didn't let go of it for long. Narcissa had to make sure that she was okay and, being with Gilderoy, it was a unique opportunity to get an excuse to leave. "Let's go slowly to the exit, you know we will have a lot of people running around here and there." Soon Narcissa was farther from the entrance, waiting for people to run from side to side, and when they got out, she started to speak. "Gilderoy. Breathe. You are beside yourself. Breathe." She looked him in the eye, hoping it would help because she was running out of patience herself.

[kingmeshacklebolt]

Kingsley hadn’t slept this well in months. Which, considering the fact he was in what most people might generously describe as a ‘heap’ sprawled across three different characters in the Mungo’s waiting room, ought to say something about his mental state lately.

None of it mattered, though. Because Anson Wood was alive and breathing just a few rooms down the hall. His boyfriend was home with all four limps intact and all senses firmly in working order. Of course Anson still had to stay here a while and the trauma wouldn’t disappear overnight, but Kingsley could walk down the hall and see the love of his life. Happy fucking New Year, everyone.

Mungo’s staff had given him a pillow and a blanket and when he dreamed none of them featured Anson’s dead body, or Anson never found at all. He’d been camped out at the hospital for a few days now and he was fairly certain they only reason they hadn’t kicked him out yet was the fact he’d spent the entire first day crying in relief.

Now, he stared at passersby upside down through bleary, sleep-crusted eyes. “Visiting hours don’t start for another three hours.” He said as someone drew near. “Pop a squat, join me in Chair Island.”

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Narcissa was well aware that the decision not to have the prisoner was a security issue as well. She had managed to convince Kingsley that it was not her husband's actions, but she could not deny that she was concerned. So when she went to St. Mungo to visit an acquaintance, she also took advantage of the idea of ​​seeing Kingsley. Her rhythmic steps in her high heels could soon be heard in the distance until she found the man in front of her. She noticed the pillow and also the blanket and soon smiled briefly. "I came more to see you, now that everything looks fine." She walked a little more, sitting in one of the chairs, feeling slightly uncomfortable with the position of it.

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juniperthelionheart‌:

It was rare for Juniper to buy new clothing; so much of what she had was thrifted or found in muggle stores. But she had a need for a nice dress and with her larger figure – thanks, baby, she thought – she thought to purchase something new. Her eyes caught on a green dress and as she heard its wearer speak, Juniper bit the inside of her cheek. Juniper’s brow rose and her lips quirked into something some might call a smirk. She tilted her head to the side and ran her hand through her hair. “I was more wondering about the color,” she pointed out, well aware that she was speaking to one of Sirius’ cousins – but if she was truly that vain, Juniper couldn’t be bothered to care. “It doesn’t exactly go with your coloring; you wouldn’t want to look washed out, would you?”

It was not always that Narcissa was speechless. Facing the other, she remembered who she was and her hideous connections. Juniter, Juniper, whatever that woman's name was boldly talking to her. In turn, the other needed an answer. Narcissa looked down and stared at the mirror while touching the dress lightly. "Do you think so?" The voice was slightly doubtful in what was said. "I thought of buying this to use at one of my charity meetings." Narcissa didn't have to say that to that person, but she deigned to explain. "What would be your suggestion?"

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casruncorn‌:

While Cas was undeniably vain, he wasn’t the sort to pay that much attention to his wardrobe on account of the fact he thought he looked good in everything, so going to fancy shops was more for the chance to people watch than it was to stroke his own ego - it was a good way to find out who the rich and influential were, just like it was a good way to meet bored spouses that might feel neglected.

It didn’t take long to spot a young woman dressing herself up in little gems like she wanted to be stared at. Probably sold off in marriage to some older man, if he had to guess. “You are stunning, but I don’t think the dress compliments you properly.” Cas commented, reminded of a movie he’d watched once where a woman made a dress from green drapes.

Narcissa stared at the man, almost with a smirk, approaching him slowly as she heard the rustle of her robes. Of course, this was not the right dress, and she would never leave the store with the first dress she wore. The clear flirt made her wonder if this man was sure where he would like to go. "I think you're right about the dress." She looked down and then back at him. "But it seems to me that you have some kind of fashion knowledge, and I will give you the honor of choosing the next dress."