What are you afraid of?

Narcissa Black || 18 || Pureblood || Slytherin ||semi-hiatus until may 13th|| "I am selfless, I am selfish, I'm anything, that I want to be."

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Task 001: Narcissa

General Information: Full name: Narcissa Cassiopeia Black Goes by: Narcissa Date of birth: November 21st, 1955  Age: 18 Place of birth: London, England Hometown: London, England Parents: Cygnus Black III & Druella Black (née Rosier) Blood status: Pureblood In Depth: Four positive character traits: Hard Working, Loyal, Poised, & Self-Reliant Four negative character traits: Haughty, Materialistic, Opinionated, & Pretentious Patronus: Coyote (she’s never actually cast a Patronus) Boggart: dead family members (most likely her sisters but also her parents) Other phobias(s): being alone, small spaces, the unknown, being proven wrong, & sharks (she just really hates sharks) Amortentia: crisp fall air, wild daffodils, old-fashioned soap, jasmine tea, & chocolate  Educational: Number of NEWTs: 8 Subjects and grades: 1) Astronomy (O) 2) Defense Against the Dark Arts (O) 3) History of Magic (O) 4) Potions (E) 5) Transfiguration (E) 6) Charms (O) 7) Study of Ancient Runes (O) 8) Divination (A) Career of choice after graduation: Welcome Witch at St. Mungo’s

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marcusflvnt:

A starter for @thenarcissyblack.

   Marcus had known that there would, invariably, be some awkwardness in dealing with some of the people from 1978. Regardless of the fact that they were younger than him now, it hadn’t been so very long ago that they’d been the parents of his peers and friends, which made it difficult to ascertain how he should behave at first. Eventually, he’d simply decided that treating them as he’d treat any other person he didn’t know well would do the trick. That meant politeness as often as possible, and a deliberate restriction on expressing his real opinion until he’d had a time to get a handle on their personality and intentions. Making assumptions based on knowledge proven to no longer be applicable was a fatal mistake, and it wasn’t one that he intended to let happen now.

   It was with that in mind that after his conversation with Lucius Malfoy (an incredibly surreal experience for any number of reasons) and the events of the complete disaster that the Ministry had made of the Memorial, Marcus turned his attention to another person present in the hall with familiar fair hair. This time, however, he made the approach, because at least one or two Ministry personnel hadn’t had the sense to leave yet and were hovering in the immediate vicinity. Given the event that had fallen apart so spectacularly, Marcus was careful to keep his words quiet and the salutation relatively formal. “I don’t suppose the demonstration of such lack of common sense differs much between 1978 and 1999, Miss Black?” he enquired, voice dry. It wasn’t necessarily the first time that they’d spoken, but it was the first time he’d approached her of his own accord. Even as he moved, he kept his eyes on the remaining Ministry employees left behind by their fellows.

Narcissa was keeping to herself. After the mess at the memorial, everyone seemed uncomfortable, and she was also grouped into that category. She couldn’t help but think about the insane display that was shown at the memorial. How did they think that was something okay to announce? Of course, the ministry in her time might have been clueless, but she was almost positive that they had common sense to not announce something like that. It was obvious that most people were not happy with the Ministry at this moment, so she was shocked that there were still employees hanging around. Merlin, this is all a giant mess.

Her focused changed when she noticed someone approach her. She took her eyes off the ministry employees were awkwardly standing around and turned to look at the man who was approaching her, Professor Flint. “While the ministry of my time was incompetent something tells me that they would at least have more common sense than the display shown today by this ministry. I’m honestly concerned with the idiocy that was shown.” She could tell where the man’s eyes were focusing and she turned to look back at the employees standing near them. “I can’t believe that they’re still hanging around here,” she spoke motioning towards the employees, “I would have gotten out of here as quickly as possible after that mess.”

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hergrnger:

“Oh, you can have it right now actually. I have read it so many times I can basically recite it in my sleep.” Hermione hurriedly stood up, closing the book and holding it out for the girl to take.

“Are you looking for something specific? Maybe I could help you out if you don’t find it.” the brown haired girl offered and smiled at the other. The demand for this book had been bigger lately, probably because all of the girls and boys stuck in the future or the past.

“Oh,” Narcissa smiled taking the book from the other’s hand, “thank you. I hate to take it from you. However, if you can recite it in your sleep then I’m sure you’re right. I don’t think I could read a book that many times. I quite enjoy reading, but not to that extent.” Narcissa couldn’t even imagine reading a book twice, let alone enough to recite it in her sleep, especially a history book.

“I can’t say I’m looking for anything particular. Just trying to fill in the gaps of history. Stepping forward in time will do that to people I suppose. I’ve gone through many of the history books in this library. However, many of them have just been repeating the same things I’ve already read.” Narcissa wanted to be well educated on more than just her future. She wanted to understand those 21 years between the time she left and the current time she had been thrown into. 

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carrowingaway:

Alecto hummed softly in thought. “Well - it might be a bit harder to obtain, but I’m sure Amycus has some stored around the castle somewhere.” Nose crinkling, she realized it was probably just better to ask her brother for it, rather then just take the alcohol. 

“We don’t have parents to dictate to us here.” She pointed out. After all, wasn’t that how all betrothals started? It was what her father was beginning to plan when they’d departed. “I just hope we’re allowed access to our Gringotts vaults… work wouldn’t kill me but i’d rather not live in some… hole in the wall while I attempt to get by.”

This entire situation just seemed like the rather unfortunate repetitive cycle history. Different people, different circumstances, but a similar end result. “Perhaps. Should the not manage to send us back I’ll stay out of it. Not exactly my fight.” It was a lie, she knew. But for now she needed to remain out of the issue.

“I’m sure there is a stache somewhere in the common room,” Narcissa replied, “there always was back in 78′. However, that was a different time. Things weren’t as tense then.” It wasn’t uncommon to find a bottle hidden behind some books on the bookshelf or tucked away in a dusty corner of the common room. “I’ll have to apologize to your brother if it’s been his firewhishy I’ve been taking all these years. I always figured it belonged to some underaged 5th year who thought they were being clever.”

Her housemate was correct, no parents meant no enforced rules. It also meant that for the first time she’d be flying solo for the first time in her life and she was in such a familiar but unfamiliar world. “Maybe I sound entitled, but I agree. I still have my standards. I am a Black after all. I’m definitely not settling for a hole in the wall either. I’ll find a way. I don’t care about working, I just need to find something I’m good at.”

Narcissa couldn’t agree enough with her housemate. “You’re absolutely right, this is not our fight. I’m staying out of it all. I may have my opinions but that doesn’t mean I need to take part in it.”

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dracomalfcy:

When Narcissa apologized, a puzzled face expression appeared onto Draco’s face. He wasn’t entirely sure what she was apologizing for. According to her own face expression, though, she wasn’t so sure either. She couldn’t apologize for something the older version of herself did, and again, she didn’t do anything wrong. The Weasleys were prided for trying to protect their family at all cost, but Merlin forbid that a family consistent of Slytherins did the same. “Don’t be,” was his simple reply. “It’s fine. It happened. Not much to do about it.”

Truthfully, Draco wasn’t entirely sure what type of reaction he expected from this younger version of his mother. He left out a number of details in the story, keeping it as short as possible, but it was easy enough to fill in the blanks. As far as favorable reactions to a horror story went, though, especially when said horror story was a part of your life, this was it. “If it weren’t for your future self, Harry Potter would have been killed then and there and the Dark Lord would have taken over the English Wizarding World. You should probably remind people of that next time they bring up and blame you for your future.”

He was right. For him, the entire situation was the past, but for Narcissa, all of this was still a potential part of her future. All she could hope for is the chance that things might be different when they get sent back to 78′. In this time things were set and already happened but maybe there was still some hope for her timeline. Maybe things could be different. If she couldn’t handle hearing about it, she didn’t really want to have to live through it either.

“I definitely will not let people forget that,” she agreed. If people were only willing to remember Narcissa for her being a mother and wife of death eaters then she was going to make sure that they at least got the facts straight about why her future self stood by them throughout it. Even if it wasn’t her, future Narcissa did not deserve to have negative ties to her name after doing something so important during the war.

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marauderprongx:

Clearing his throat a bit awkwardly in denial, James realized it would be foolhardy to step down from a challenge at this point. Perseverance was key. “You know, despite my sorting, my father did still teach me Pureblood etiquette. So while you may be capable of carrying you own books, it would be entirely disrespectful of any man not to offer.” He might be a bit rusty on the do’s and don’ts, but there were bits and pieces he could recall. 

“And while you are perfectly capable of defending your own honor and the like, escorting a proper lady is the right thing to do.” Giving his head a firm nod to allow her the knowledge that he wasn’t just going to flutter away with ease, James continued to walk beside her.

“We… had a rough start.You’re an intelligent woman, so I’m sure you’ve read up on history… I die. And suddenly we’re all given this second chance to… right our wrongs. So forgive me if I try to do just that.”

She wanted to think that this was just another joke, but something in the back of her mind told her that it wasn’t. It wasn’t like James Potter to try and talk to her. Different houses, beliefs, and different personalities. She had gone through history book after history book to learn everything she could to fill in the blanks between the last 21 years. Nothing really shocked her at this point. Learning that the man in front of her had such an unlucky fate also fell into that category. It seemed like everyone from 78’ had something negative to look forward too, but death at such a young age for anyone was a shame.

“I suppose you could consider it a rough start,” she spoke, “however, I think it was more of a differing of opinions that was rough. It’s nice to know that you were at least taught proper manners. However, some of those manners may be outdated, but I’ll give you points for trying.”

“Also, yes, I did hear about your unfortunate future outcome,” she openly admitted. “I can’t blame you for wanting to change things, but if this truly is our future I’m not sure how much of a different outcome you’ll be able to produce. There are some things that are just set fully in stone.” 

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carrowingaway:

Lucius Malfoy. It was quite a notable match, and had she herself been entirely set and satisfied with the idea of marrying post graduation, Alecto might have felt a lick of jealousy. After all, Malfoy was quite a notable name. But marriage - while a hope for her future at some point, had never been intended for the near future. “Well - a definite congratulations are in order then. If we manage a trip to Hogsmeade anytime soon, I insist on a fine bottle of champagne to celebrate.” 

“I’m concerned about my galleons.” How was she expected to go about forming a proper life if the Ministry couldn’t figure out this.. issue soon? Working was a fine idea certainly, but with no money, there was only so much she could do. “Let’s hope someone… mildly competent has taken the lead in this investigation.” 

Brow creasing slightly at the question, Alecto felt her shoulders raising into a small shrug. “I suppose the question can be reversed, could it not? How did Voldemort - Tom Riddle - manage to kill innocents for years?” Arching an eyebrow, she looked at her housemate. “To someone I suppose its justice.” 

Narcissa couldn’t help but laugh a bit, “while celebratory champagne sounds great, I think I’d much rather go for something stronger. Something like firewhiskey would do a fine job.”  She was looking for any excuse to forget about the current stressful situation, even if just for a few hours. Honestly, getting drunk seemed as good of an option as anything else.

“I honestly don’t know what I’d do,” she confessed, “I went to Hogwarts under the impression that I was immediately going to be married when I graduated. However, something tells me that it will be different here. This isn’t 78′ and things aren’t done the same way, especially with the lover of the light chiming in about pureblood betrothals.” She had never thought about what she would do after Hogwarts and it was just causing her headaches. 

Narcissa sighed, “yes, I suppose you have a point. However, in the eyes of Voldemort, those he killed were not innocent. Same goes for this instance I guess, in the eyes of the Lover of the Light, the ministry isn’t innocent either. I guess it all comes down to who’s side you’re on and what point of view you are viewing this situation from.”

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hergrnger:

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She was sitting on one of the tables in the library and - as per usual - reading a book. Not many people were in the library that day, most likely because of the memorial or they were wandering around somewhere else. Being alone didn’t bother Hermione the slightest. Well, she wasn’t actually alone, she had her books. She didn’t have to worry that the people in the books would judge her or talk mean stuff about her because they weren’t real or alive anymore and at the moment, she preferred those over the people in the present.

She was reading about the history of Hogwarts for what it seemed the hundredth time, probably because it gave her a feeling of consistency since she’d read it so many times and it was a familiar story. The brown eyed girl was minding her own business, not paying attention to the person approaching her. Hermione turned her head when felt someone tapping her shoulder to get her attention.

Where was it? Where was it? Narcissa scanned over the section of books on the shelf in front of her, but couldn’t seem to locate the book she was looking for. She’d been going through every history book in the Hogwarts library that was about history after 78′. The next book on her list was about the history of Hogwarts, but alas the book was nowhere to be seen. She let out a frustrated sigh before settling for a random book.

With the book in hand, she turned and headed back towards the group of tables. It only took a second before she saw another girl reading the book she had been looking for. Narcissa thought about waiting until the other girl put it back on the shelf, but she didn’t want to risk someone else snatching it up before she was able to read it.

She approached the curly-haired brunette and tapped her on the shoulder. “I don’t mean to bother you, but I was just wondering if I could borrow that book when you’re done with it?”

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Sorry for lack of replies. I’ve got some school stuff I’m working on (end of semester finals are just my favorite thing), but I’ll hopefully get to replies tonight. 

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lvcmalfoy:

Lucius gave her a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders, a hand raising to vaguely motion to those around them. “It’s a political move, no doubt - nothing in politics is ever genuine, let alone kind,” he said, the lilt of his teasing tone catching the end of his sentence. He folded an arm across his chest, his other drawing up so he could press his knuckles against his cheek as he cast a glance around the room once more. “You’d think people attending a memorial for a devastating war would try to set aside any old vendettas, but that doesn’t seem to be happening, either.”

A chuckle drew from his throat; he tilted his head into his palm, bemused and considering. “Yes, well. Semantics,” he retorted. “From what I can glean, whoever you end up becoming is nobler than I. The solid genetics from the great House of Black, I’m assuming.” He paused, looking her once over. “And what are your thoughts on this elusive Lover of the Light?”

“I wouldn’t call my genetics solid,” she replied, “trust me, we Black’s have many flaws. However, I don’t know any families that don’t.” Every family line had their flaws, and her family tree was definitely proof to that statement. 

She let out a sarcastic laugh when she heard his question. She honestly thought that the Lover of the Light was just a lot of talk. “He’s ridiculous. We are still here, so obviously it’s just a lot of hype. I’ll be shocked if he actually keeps his work and takes out a ministry member. There is absolutely no way he’ll be able to get away with it.” Everyone knew that the ministry was corrupt, but that wasn’t new news. 

“Honestly, I’m just not a fan. I don’t see how he thinks it’s his place to step in and tell purebloods how to live. Our families have lived this way for centuries and we’ve been fine. He just needs to stay out of it.” It was no secret how Narcissa felt about blood purity and she didn’t care for someone barging in and giving their two cents on how unlawful the choices of their families were. 

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dracomalfcy:

It was very strange to refer to Narcissa and Lucius as though they were two characters in a story, because it felt like they were discussing just that; a story from a book that Draco read and Narcissa didn’t. In hindsight it may not have been a good idea to discuss this right now, but he had agreed to it already. Besides, he didn’t have to tell her every little detail. If anything, he could just tell her the story the way that Narcissa presumably saw it rather than what ended up being the story in the books. 

“Those are the basics,” he agreed. “What it comes down to is that Lucius was a Death Eater during the first war already, but escaped imprisonment after the Dark Lord was killed. When the Dark Lord returned fath- I mean, Lucius joined him again. He failed a mission and got imprisoned later on. The Dark Lord wasn’t pleased with that, so he threatened to kill Lucius, Narcissa and myself if I didn’t join the Death Eaters and killed Dumbledore for him.” Which, technically, was what he did. Everyone that had been there either time traveled or was dead, so he could easily claim that for himself. At least that may make people realize they could be careful about him. Alas, probably not. He resisted both the urge to pace and to light a cigarette. Either one of those would come across as though he didn’t want to talk about it. He didn’t, but he said he would talk and was already halfway the story now. “So that’s what I did,” he simply said. “Malfoy manor was used as headquarters for the Death Eaters during the majority of the war and we survived. Narcissa is involved because she lied to the Dark Lord. He asked her to check if Potter was dead and she claimed he was, while he wasn’t, giving him another chance to kill the Dark Lord.”

The longer that she listened it started to sound like a fictional story, but she knew it wasn’t. Sure, maybe it started with a backing their beliefs, but in the end, they just wanted to live. How was that any different than anyone else who fought during that war? Merlin, it was just awful. She couldn’t even begin to know what going through that situation must have been like.  She figured that Draco wasn’t too thrilled to tell the story in the first place, and suddenly she felt a little bad about asking him to do so.

“Merlin, I’m sorry.” She wasn’t exactly sure what she was apologizing for. At this point, an apology probably wouldn’t mean anything anyways, but it slipped out anyways. Was she apologizing for making him retell it? Or was it for knowing that she was going to become the woman who would bring him into the world and this terrible fate? Either way, he had already lived it. “Never in my dreams would I have figured the future being that... dark. Then again, I don’t know what I would have expected. At least my future self did some good there at the end of it all.”

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marauderprongx:

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After taking a couple months to wrap his head around the entire situation, James had come up with a plan. Rather simple to start, but everything great had to start somewhere, right?

Part one. Try his hardest to ignore previous house prejudice, and try making friends to try and change the future.

There had yet to be a part two. If he was being honest with himself, it was a work in the making. But if he’d managed to create portions of the Marauder’s map - something that was apparently still used two generations later, he sure as hell could manage being friendly. 

The perfect opportunity and person hadn’t presented itself simply because he knew walking into a group of snakes would force him to be eaten alive due to rough history alone. So when he spotted Narcissa Black walking down the corridor alone, he jogged to catch up with her.

“Narcissa!” 

Once he’d caught up, James easily fell into stride beside her.  

“Hey… Can I carry that for you?” He asked. Awkward, awkward start.

Narcissa had been looking for a quiet place to read. That was something she had been doing a lot lately; reading. It took her mind off of the insanity of the current situation that she was currently stuck in, so she couldn’t complain. Between time traveling and the whole Lover of the Light stuff that was going down, she found that books were a nice escape. She figured that not many would pin her as a reader, but she could never turn down a good book.

She normally opted for the library, but as she got closer something changed her mind. She decided to head for the front courtyard instead. It was hard to know how packed the courtyard was going to be; varying day to day. However, she could opt for people watching if it was too noisy. Either way, with a few books, tucked into her arms she changed her path and headed to the courtyard.

She was shocked to hear someone yell out her name. The voice sounding familiar, but not one she would recognize immediately. She was about to turn around when she noticed him jog up next to her. James Potter. Narcissa definitely wasn’t expecting him to be the one to call her name out.

She raised an eyebrow at his offer. Carrying her stuff? Was he sick? Did this time travel situation mess with his brain? She couldn’t help but let out a sarcastic laugh, “I appreciate the offer, but I’m perfectly capable of handling my own books”

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carrowingaway:

Narcissa’s words nearly solidified Alecto’s resolve not to look. It seemed everyone she was familiar with in school had a future that was either unsavory or unsatisfactory to their younger selves. And judging by the looks she’d personally received, Alecto would place all her gallons on the fact that she was in the same boat. “Well… I suppose a congratulations are in order. Is the match at least satisfactory?” Do you at least not hate the bloke?

Brows  drew into a frown at the other girls words. The very last thing she wished to do was be returning to the past, but that didn’t seem like anything she ought to admit aloud. “Well… let’s hope that come graduation they’ll have it figured out. It would be terribly messy if it didn’t… plus the public relations scandal they’d have to deal with. Us being here on top of the Lover of the Light running around?” She tsked softly.

Narcissa couldn’t help but let a small smile break through at the question, “surprisingly, I’m quite satisfied. It happens to be Lucius Malfoy. I knew I was going to marry into a sacred twenty-eight bloodline but I never imagined it’d be the Malfoy line. We’ve only talked a handful of times, but I can say I don’t hate him. I think it’s potentially a good match in the making.” She didn’t want to stay on this topic too long. She was sure that her housemate didn’t want to listen to her ramble about a boy.

Narcissa noticed a hint of a frown when she mentioned the time travel situation. If she didn’t know better she’d think that Alecto was disappointed but it wasn’t Narcissa’s place to pry into the other girl’s mind. “I’m curious about how this situation is going to be handled after graduation. Are we all expected to get jobs in a time that isn’t ours? We live out our lives here and have to start over when we get back home?  It’s insane. I hope it gets fixed.”

The Lover of the Light was a whole different level of insane. “I’m not sure what else the Lover of the Light has up his sleeves, but this entire situation has been insane. How do you get away with killing a member of the ministry?” While the situation had been hours earlier the whole thing was still the center of attention around the old castle. It was a mess. 

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