shit, but mary needed a party. she loved her dads, but spending a whole summer herding sheep & picking vegetables got so utterly monotonous that mary was sure any more time spent there & her brain would explode with boredom. this was her environment. she watched the poor dancer with a grin, chugging down the remnants of her cup. wiping her mouth, she said, “ give it a few hours on avis and it’ll blow up. ” then she yelled towards the dancing machine, doing her best to be heard over the music : “ you’re a star ! do a backflip !”
narcissa couldn’t help but giggle, she wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol, what mary had said or the strangers dancing who she was still recording. her laughter only increased when the other decided to egg them on, only for the girl to begin dancing even more aggressively. “oh boy, whoever they are they are surely going to hate this video tomorrow.” narcissa recorded for a few more seconds before hitting send and letting the wiztech do its thing. “i’m glad someone else could witness that first hand with me, that was insane,” she turned to smile to the other.
peter hadn’t been paying too much attention to what was going on on the dance floor, preferring to keep themselves more concerned with the games and such going on. when they heard the voice next to them it took a moment to focus on what she was looking at. they’d seen enough bad dancing over the years, including their own, to stare at the scene nonplussed and still confused. “ not very, i don’t think, ” peter answered honestly, squinting at the dancing figure. “ it’s not the best two step that i’ve ever seen, but i don’t think it’s the worst either. ”
the brunette rolled her eyes at his response before she arched an eyebrow in his direction, mischievous eyes. “you are no fun, you know? but since you have been witness to such atrocities, then why don’t you go ahead and show me little peter.” she spoke as she moved her camera to focus on him. “never mind, not the best lighting.” she said uninterested as she put the device away before shrugging. “so tell me, do you usually bring this cheerful demeanor to all parties? or is this just cause you are mourning the loss of freedom at hogwarts.”
after the events of the summer, andromeda had pledged to themselves to put on a mask, maintain the frigid façade that their parents wanted for them. as a result, they had distanced themselves slightly, even from their sisters, and it was made that much clearer with the impassive look that she shot narcissa. normally her playful teasing and antics would’ve brought a genuine smile to their face, but the one andie presented was clearly forced. “ i’m not tickled by fiewhiskey. ” not anymore, that was. “ how many cups have you had ? ”
andromeda’s demeanor hurt her to the core, narcissa had always been the most sensitive of the black sisters, even if she refused to ever admit to such. she had for some unknown reason felt like she had to be the glue that kept the trio together, but after the eventful summer it felt like a mission impossible to accomplish, specially when the middle sister slipped away further and further with each passing day. like water in between her fingers. however she hide it well behind that smiled she had rehearsed all her life, the smile she usually saved for her parents and other adults now it was for andromeda as well. “pleanty, and possible not that many, but you already know how i can be.” alcohol and narcissa were best friends, mostly because you need not much of it to get her drunk.
Whilst she wasn’t intending on getting overly drunk, Alecto really couldn’t resist a drink, even if the flowing alcohol that was being served was exactly the best quality. But she supposed not everyone had access to a wine cellar filled with expensive wines. This was Hogwarts after all, and that were students. Alecto supposed the wine wasn’t that bad. And it would do for tonight. It was certainly better than the punch that was being served seven floors down. She had to admit, she had been tempted to spike the punch. But, she was trying to be good. For one night anyway. Not that it would probably last long.
Spotting a familiar blonde head, the seventh year made her over to her. “Evening Narcissa.” She murmured with a small smile. “Enjoying yourself? The booze could be better, but I suppose for tonight it’ll do” @witchesbrcws
narcissa had found solace in a corner table, all the socializing with those she knew and loved, as well as all the force interaction with those she hardly knew needless to add the ones she did not like at all. it had her entirely drained, the own skill she had acquire had made her much more sensitive to rooms full of people, nonetheless a room full of you adults with their emotions at an all time high. but she welcomed the company nonetheless, specially that of someone she knew.
“alecto, my dear, please join me.” she spoke as she twirled her cup, looking at the liquid dance inside. “see, the downside here it is we have been ruined by the good taste and money of our families, I mean there is people in this room whom actually find this appetizing for it is if not the only thing they know, truly the best thing they ever had.”
the familiarity of the welcoming cold liquor splashing down his throat brought ease to him . the train ride back to hogwarts seemed longer than the usual ( definitely had to do with the fact that he got into another intense argument with mr. lestrange prior to that ) . at least he was far away from mehmet and their spleen now — and he was fortunate enough to still have his cell phone with him . “ not as fast as me pulling out my wand and hexing him into oblivion . ” he almost laughed at how ridiculous they were displaying themselves , but irritation was soon setting on his brows . “ it’s no wonder hogwarts became a laughing stock , why even ilvermorny are more poised than us . ”
there was a harshness to his words she felt on the top of her stomach, sure the dancing was bad and embarrassing at best, but hexing someone so freely was one of the many things she did not agree with her fellow pure blooded. however she nodded regardless for those were words she could share with anyone, not if she wanted to keep her image intact and her older sister off her back. “oh don’t be so mean, we also go here, we make up for something. something better than that foolish ilvermorny, starting with the fact that we are not in the ridiculous country of america and the land of endless online challenges those silly muggles come up with on the daily.” yes she was spending far too much time browsing, she was aware of it, and now so was rodolphus.
Rita’s already recording the spectacle in front of her, making note of using it for future use. Her glee only increases by the voice of a fellow Slytherin who also finds the poor Gryffindor flailing in what they probably deem as dancing. “If their ‘moves’ go even wilder, I’ll bet ten galleons everyone will know who he is by the end of the night.” Her own drink is abandoned and now Rita’s full attention is focused at the other; what’s more interesting than a wizard making a fool of himself? Someone whose last name she actually knows. “How have you been, darling? You simply must tell me what you did during the break.”
narcissa notices quickly how their stand and the way they are recording, she shies away quickly from the similarity as she locks her iwiz-phone and tucks it in the back pocket of her jeans, giving the girl one of the signature sweet smiles she had perfected over the years. “the usual, visited the grand-parentals in turkey and the others in france, did a few other travels here and there, a whole lot of shopping of course. the foreign son was nice on my skin, i’m hoping to keep the tan for a few months at least, but here the sun is rare and far between.” she said with sadness. how about yourself? anything fun?”
the usual cool calm and collected narcissa seemed to be diluted by the more dangerous looking one as alcohol set in her personality, there was a certain fire in her eyes, she seemed more outgoing and less, well, stuck up. the neon lights seemed to reflect off her cold eyes as she took yet another sip of her drink before a smile spread across her face. devilish and slightly naughty. she pulled out her iwiz-phone as she pointed towards the dance floor where some unfortunate soul was far too drunk and letting the courage tell them they could dance. “How fast do you think this can go viral?” She jested.
THERE WASN’T ENOUGH BOOZE IN the world for andromeda to pretend to be amused by what was going on around them. why she’d even come to the party was now beyond them, other than a lack for something better to do and the staunch refusal to be in the great hall for any longer than they had to be. “ booze is over there,” they waved a hand in the direction of the cups when they saw someone out of the corner of their eye. “ might want to grab some before only the weak stuff is left. ”
OPEN STARTER / room of requirement, sept. 1st, 2021
her eyes had caught sight of her sister as she had been scanning the room, booze overtaking her as the minutes passed. she had one favorite game when alcohol was involved, and that was to drink until she was numb. this however did not stop her from approaching her sister with the somber expression and she fought the urge to roll her eyes at her. “i am aware of where the alcohol is located,” she said raising her cup in the air before taking a long sip, “you however don’t seem to be even tickled up by it, did you left your excitement in your other outfit or?” she teased.
starter : open !
setting : the room of requirement !
date : september first !
the anonymity in a room full of spiked drinks and drunk teenagers was a comfort of sorts to a girl who didn’t know who she was . she knew she wasn’t happy , not an entirely uncommon state for her to be in . but what she did find , though , was that she wasn’t unhappy , either . balancing on a tightrope of simply being - one she’d found herself floundering on the center of often enough - leaves a salty taste in her mouth , a taste that brings her back to her four poster bed at home on a sticky summers night , wet cheeks and eyes that are too dark to sleep when closed but too heavy to keep open . she’s biting the inside of her cheek , and she swears she can feel that august heat in the flesh between her teeth by the time she reaches the drinks table , hand carelessly holding out her cup coated with cheap beer foam at the bottom , chin nudging in acknowledgment . ‘ you’ve got your own cup ? good . now you can fill mine , too . ’
narcissa was like a butterfly in a field of flowers, social events had always been her thing since she was a younger girl. weather it was something entirely natural of hers or if it was a quality she had been installed in her by her mother was entirely unknown after all she had been raised to be the perfect trophy of a daughter to be paraded among everyone, the lines had blurred out by now. however weather it was one thing or the next, the smile on her face was not something forced on her, not this time anyways, she was truly enjoying herself and of course the spiked drinks had a lot to do with it. she had been midway filling her cup for the third time, the buss was already taking over her personality, the word of the other girl barely registered at first. one eyebrow raised above icy blue eyes as she turned to her, “you know you can catch more bees with honey? and if not then now you know, for next time, this time is a no.” She brought her cup to her lips once she had the liquid of the night back into her cup.
╰ welcome back to hogwarts NARCISSA NERGIS BLACK ! you’re a SIXTH year from SLYTHERIN, right ? i’ve got your school file right here. it says you’re a TWENTY-ONE year old PURE BLOOD, is that correct ? this file even has a personality entry, saying you’re CLEVER & BEWITCHING as well as MANIPULATIVE & INSECURE. is that why you’ve chosen to REMAIN NEUTRAL ? would you look at that ! it says here other students also describe you as : long fingers perfectly manicured, locks of caramel tresses brushed without a hair out of line adorned with a black bow, natural graceful movements, devilish blue eyes. how interesting. oh well, see you in class !
basics:
full name: narcissa black
gender: cis woman
pronouns: she/her
sexuality: heterosexual
age: twenty-one
zodiac sign: virgo
residence: black manor, hogwarts
occupation: student
appearance:
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height: 5′6″
build: dainty
tattoos: n/a
distinctive features: piercing blue eyes
style: pristine and preppy, always up to date with all fashions
labels / tropes: the sovereign
mbti: enfj-t
moral alignment: chaotic neutral
faves:
time of the day / night: sunrise
weather: snow
breakfast food: fruit and yogurt
colours: black and slytherin green
other random stuff:
a cherished item: a gold star necklace that was gifted to her as a child
usual mood: neutral, always cool calm and collected, even if she feels differently inside
1 thing they want to do / experience before they die: freedom
elm wood: Ebony. This jet-black wand wood has an impressive appearance and reputation, being highly suited to all manner of combative magic, and to Transfiguration. Ebony is happiest in the hand of those with the courage to be themselves. Frequently non-conformist, highly individual or comfortable with the status of outsider, ebony wand owners have been found both among the ranks of the Order of the Phoenix and among the Death Eaters. In my experience the ebony wand’s perfect match is one who will hold fast to his or her beliefs, no matter what the external pressure, and will not be swayed lightly from their purpose.
dragon heartstring core: As a rule, dragon heartstrings produce wands with the most power, and which are capable of the most flamboyant spells. Dragon wands tend to learn more quickly than other types. While they can change allegiance if won from their original master, they always bond strongly with the current owner. The dragon wand tends to be easiest to turn to the Dark Arts, though it will not incline that way of its own accord. It is also the most prone of the three cores to accidents, being somewhat temperamental.
passed down?: no
biography:
Golden locks, rosy cheeks, bright eyes came rushing into the world in a screaming mess. The last daughter of house Black, precious child of golden crown placed upon her head by no other than her mother herself, there always an incline towards the light haired girl, many whispered it to be because she resembled the older lady the most, others because she wasn’t as reckless or dangerous as the other two. No. Narcissa had a tendency to please, to listen, to follow into the steps and plans that were carefully traced for her. Delicate as the flower she was named after, but with a bright mind of her own. Learning from a young age that being agreeable was the way to open doors to anything she could desire.
Alike the other two older sisters, Narcissa, held a mind for witchcraft with an uncanny talent. Thrown into books and magic from the moment she could comprehend the context, the small girl became fascinated and enchanted by the world that she had been born in, the more you pore into her mind the more she craved the knowledge of anything she could get her hands on. Her Hogwarts years did not come fast enough for her, the corridors of the old castle welcomed her with open arms as if she had always belonged there. Her two older sister being the year ahead of her helped a lot for the young girl to not feel out of place, in fact the year before when she had spent it all alone at home had been the hardest for her.
Young mind molded with coldness intellect into her small frame, no room to question or hesitate the norms she had to avid by, family traditions. Even cutting off her own cousin, and she questioned it, all in silence as she sat pretty religiously replying her lipstick without bringing to much attention to herself. Perfection, nothing far from it, that was what she strived to be and she was. There would be no room for questioning if she was a good daughter, a good student, a pure blood. She builded her reputation from the moment she stepped into magic school, girls from all ages either bent to her every whim by adoration or were too scared to go against it. With the years came wisdom, curiosity and knowledge.
One cold rainy morning one of her professors threw the word around class, Legilimency. A single word that struck fire through her mind, she would spent the next years of her life mastering the ability even if it was the last thing she learned. By the end of her fifth year she had the basics down, she was good at it, many had praised her, but like anything she was still too impulsive, too overly confident and somedays the acquire skill got the best of her. Then there were good days were she seemed to have it all under control, where the legilimency helped play more mind games than anyone was prepared for. After all she wore an invisible crown everyone was very aware of it, wrapped around her fingers like tiny marionettes. Many feared her oldest sister because she seemed dangerous, but they forget about the serpent under the rose.
Although seemingly she agrees with everything her family has carefully decided for her, there are still days she questions and plots how to stop it, but the result is always the same. The perfect daughter cannot step away from the carefully traced path they have created for her, she has too much too lose, too much at stake, too much she isn’t willing to sacrifice.
The youngest daughter, and her mother’s favorite.
Incredibly talented at manipulation, and has a pristine reputation.
Cherishes her sisters and family above everything else.
Constantly wearing her invisible crown, but does deal with insecurities.
Has a collection of dedicated followers amongst the years who flock to her.
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