𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥.

              alecto cocked a curious head at the blonde black sister  —  she was accustomed to her own nighttime prowlings, her own inability to fall asleep or stay asleep. her own drive to do something to push her relentless mind to silence.  university was a far different place than hogwarts had been, than her family home was; but some things seemed to be true across the board. it was nice to get out in the middle of the night and wander, walk without plan or aim and let what happened happen. 

           she could not have forseen a meeting with narcissa happening, but, she supposed, that’s what made the night so interesting.  “ it’s just me, “  she called out to the other girl. then, realizing that gave no solid information, she swept closer to her, allowed herself to see and be seen.  “ alecto, “ came her clarification, honeyed tone feigning sleepiness  —  not that she wasn’t tired, but because she always was and rarely sounded so, and sometimes seeming softer pushed people to lower their guards. 

           “ what are you doing out here? “  alecto was curious more than anything else; half of her didn’t care if narcissa ignored the question and left once she’d seen it was alecto greeting her. but the other half hadn’t seen anyone else out on her excursion  …  and couldn’t help but wonder what the other girl was doing, that they’d yet to cross paths. 

﹙  *☆ ┆ black,  narcissa.

               rem  wore  many  labels    :    asshole   ,  psycho   ,    semi-talented  dancer    ,    but  a  morning  bird  was  never  one  of  them    .    he  was  a  night  owl  on  all  accounts    ,     and  he  was  damn  proud  of  it    .     the  werewolf  liked  to  enjoy  the  dark  as  much  as  he  could      ,     especially  given  the  full  moon  that  was  only  a  few  days  away    .     what  could  he  say    ?    he  enjoyed  hiding    .

               ❝   the  fuck   ,   ❞     he  muttered  in  confusion    ,    brow  furrowed  as  he  followed  the  sound    .    a  who’s  there  echoed  around  him  and  he  immediately  recognizes  the  voice    .    how  could  he  not    ?    all  those  of  lower  standings  must bow  to  royalty    ,   crowned  by  the  noble  house  of  black   (   an  oxymoron    ,    no  doubt   )   .     chuckling  inaudibly  to  himself    ,    he  turned  the  corner  with  his  right  hand  raised    .      ❝    s’just  me    ,   princess   .   ❞  

﹙  *☆ ┆ black,  narcissa.

          half  an  hour  later,  her  feet  hit  the  ground.  she  reaches  up  to  undo  her  now-messy  ponytail,  and  has  just  started  to  tug  her  school  robes  back  on  over  her  more  athletic  bouldering  clothes  when  she  hears  footsteps  echo  through  the  hall.  her  heart  freezes,  and  her  irrational  mind  kicks  in,  whispering  false  promises  of  safety  in  exchange  for  meaningless  rituals.  she  pushes  it  away,  although  her  fingers  itch  and  her  chest  tightens.  

          instead,  she  hurriedly  buttons  up  her  robes,  tossing  her  head  back  imperiously,  and  strides  towards  the  sound.  better  to  be  on  offense  than  defense.   “   ––   who’s  THERE  ?   ”   curfews  were  a  thing  of  the  past,  left  behind  in  hogwarts,  but  hopefully  whoever  was  out  this  late  still  had  a  guilty  conscience  she  could  tug  on.

        ❝   call  me  when  you  are    .    i’d  love  to  watch  hell  freeze  over    .    ❞    she  smirks  to  herself    ,    patting  her  lower  lips  quickly  as  if  her  lipstick  needed  blending     .    ❝   cissa    ,    you’ve  always  had  a  habit  of  understating  things    .     i  look  fantastic    .   ❞

﹙  *☆ ┆ black,  narcissa.

           " s’not my breath you’re smelling. “ the blonde replied, with an awkward shrug of her shoulders. “ some git spilled his fire-whiskey all over me. “ not that it had been his fault, not initially she’d knocked into him first but his reaction made her feel otherwise. “ and then had the audacity to angry about it. “ she paused unsure of what to say, which was a first alice had always been known for being overly chatty  — but even she could admit that narcissa black, was intimidating. “ still a GREAT party… are you…. not enjoying yourself? “

﹙  *☆ ┆ black,  narcissa.

          ❝   at  least  you  didn’t  say  guard  dog    .    there’s  only  so  many  ways  you  can  call  a  girl  a  bitch    .   unless  you’re  clever  like  me    .    then  you’ve  got  a  thesaurus     .   ❞  

         ❝   love  the  outfit  ,   by  the  way    .   ❞  

﹙  *☆ ┆ black,  narcissa.

BELLATRIX WAS aware her sisters had no desire for a bodyguard, and yet the sight of narcissa in the middle of a crowd like this, put bella on edge. she’d been trying to keep her distance, let cissa have her fun but when she saw the guy who was hanging around her bellatrix decided to put an end to it. “let me tell you what my sister is too polite to say,” bellatrix snarled as she appeared on the scene, “back off.” she continued glaring at the boy until he was well out of sight before turning to face her sister who was no doubt unimpressed by bella’s overprotectiveness.

﹙  *☆ ┆ black,  narcissa.

it has taken quite q bit of convincing go get reina here, and so far she wasn’t quite sure about her decision just yet. but the cup in her hand was definitely helping swing things into the positive. it was a nice change from the stuffy social gatherings her parents referred to as a party, and far from the days of hiding liquor in the common room. “i hate to being bearer of bad news, but the place smells like this.” it wasn’t as though the blonde woman was attempting to mask her annoyance, but her posture she earned a short laugh from reina regardless.

﹙  *☆ ┆ black,  narcissa.

rita  mulled  over  the  rudeness  with  the  gentle  lulling  wave  of  a  good  high  and  slow  buzz  sloshing  over  the  film  of   her  thoughts.  the  dropping  of  inhibitions  in  any  scenario  could  put  the  former  ravenclaw  in  a  blistering  good  mood ,  and  the  mix  of  substances  wasn’t   hindering  it  either.  narcissa  would  have  trouble  poking  holes  in  her  amusement  tonight.   rita’s   frame  eventually  swung  to  face  the  fellow  blonde  with  a  smile  stretched  over  her  lips.   ❝  you  stand  out  like  a  headline , sweets.  you  must  be  absolutely  suffering.   ❞   her  nail  scrapped  glass  as  she  shifted  the  cup  to  the  delicate  curve  of  her  lips ,  brow  rising  enough  to  reveal  the  suppressed  thoughts  of  disapproval.     ❝    don’t  fret  about  it,  sour  doesn’t  look  good  on  anyone… . neither  does  whatever  that  bloke  is  doing.  ha– !  good  lord.  oh,  go  on. laugh  at  him.  maybe  it’ll  make  you  feel  better.  ❞   her  own  attention  was  unwavering  as  she  studied  the  spectacle  of  the  boy’s  uncomfortable  dancing.

﹙  *☆ ┆ black,  narcissa.

the brunette hadn’t necessarily missed her short quips with the poised blonde standing a few steps away but their interactions definitely provided a sort of exercise in wits that was never boring. it was healthy to indulge in the odd spar from time to time, especially considering their footing was so nimble and danced on the edge of understanding, so marlene hardly ever found herself offended by narcissa’s comments, if anything she felt an unspoken bond with her that made her words deliver a lesser blow at times. that is, if she pardoned the occasional flash of judgment that lingered in her light hues. 

she hated feeling guilty about drinking, the voice of her mother always rang in her head, reminders of how “ ladies only reach for a sip of wine after dinner “ coaxing her to toy with the glass mindlessly. ❝ and yet it seems that’s just what you needed to look presentable, narcissa. i would remiss if i didn’t point out the obvious.  ❞

❝ sounds like it. i must say, my gallivanting around muggle london holds little flame to your excursions so why even bother getting into it. what route have you decided to go down then? i didn’t see a listing for bride to minister for magic.  ❞

﹙  *☆ ┆ black,  narcissa.

           ❝   alternatively    ,     ❞    brooks  cooed  as  she  approached  the  duo    ,    champagne  glass  in  hand    .    ❝   if  she  can  hear  you  speak    ,    you’re  too  close     .    ❞      

           brooks  didn’t  have  the  patience  for  wandering  eyes     ,     boys  repeatedly  falling  over  their  feet  so  they  could  speak  to  narcissa  black     .    yes   ,    yes    ,     the  porcelain  witch  was  beautiful    .    this  wasn’t  news    .   jesus     .      ❝     i  almost  slipped    ,    the  drool  is  so  concentrated     .     ❞    

﹙  *☆ ┆ black,  narcissa.