Narcissa Black

“For never was a story of more woe, than this of Sirius and her James. “ He misquoted, grinning right back at her, appreciating the light tone the blonde used on him. Utterly surprised by Narcissa’s reaction and the way she had taken Sirius’ departur, James smiled more sincerely at her, his guards down as he realized this would not be a nasty encounter like that one with Regalus. “That means a lot, Narcissa. Thank you.” Her suspicious look made the man laugh, what she had heard of him to react that way he didn’t know, but he wasn’t exactly ashamed. “I’m a History minor, and I have this project in which I have to merge both my minor and my major, which is Architecture. So I was thinking, you are a fashion designer, aren’t you? I was thinking of making an exhibition on how both architecture and fashion has changed across the years. So I was wondering if you wanted to  be my featured artist.”

Narcissa laughed out loud at his re-invented quotation of Romeo and Juliet and shook her head. It’d been five minutes, if that, and Narcissa could already see why he was friends with Sirius. “Of course, no need to thank me, really. I’d hope he was the same way with my friends,” if I had any. The woman listened closer to what he had to say a little more than curious as to why it was that he’d been wanting to talk to her, and when he started to mention what he was doing she was excited. Being a featured artist? Even if it was just a college project, so many things could come of it and it would be a wonderful opportunity; she found herself nodding before she really had the time to think it over. “Yes, definitely! That sounds like it could be a really wonderful exhibition, I’d love to be your featured artist.”

“Hey, at least you’re not grounded. Look on the bright side. What does the outside world look like Cissy? Is it as beautiful as I imagine?”

“The outside is truly wonderful, Reggie. I think you’d enjoy it very much... why are you grounded?”

“Maybe Bella hacked it, changed all the numbers, cursed it with some sort of voodoo black magic - pardon the pun. She seems the type.” 

“That’s just... evil. I don’t think she’d do that...”

Late Night Dinner Guests | Open

“I wish I could tell you something more exciting than ‘a pack of oreos,’ try to glorify my bohemian bachelor lifestyle an’ all but, alas, some prick decided to fill the last ones I bought with toothpaste. If I don’t get my fix I get all cranky so believe me when I say: it’s not just me that should be thanking you.” 

Narcissa laughed and handed over the requested amount. “Alright, well Oreos are completely respectable. Filled with toothpaste, though? What kind of savages have access to your oreos to do such an atrocity?”

“Don’t mean to sound like a scroungy git, but you don’t happen to have three quid I can borrow, do you? I swear it’s of utmost importance.”

“Of course, my dear cousin. What, pray tell, am I contributing to?”

“Perhaps you should get your phone checked. You know, just incase. I doubt no one wants to talk to you.”

“Well, that’s sweet of you to say, Mr. Lupin,” she said with a smile before she looked down at her phone and fiddled with it. “It has been acting weird, though.” 

“Well, you are a Black. And I am a Potter, it’s all very Shakespearian. Like Montagues and Capulets, in which ,of course, your cousin Sirius is Juliet and I’m Romeo. I’m too manly to be Juliet.” James teased, shrugging. “Aren’t you supposed to despise me for helping your cousin taint the family name or something? Don’t take me wrong though. It’s nice not to be hated. And actually I have been looking for an excuse to talk to you.” James grabbed his coffee.

“Ah, yes, a love story for the ages,” Narcissa said with a small grin. “Either of you could be Juliet, truly.” Another shrug of her shoulders and Narcissa shook her head. She didn’t really blame Sirius for wanting out, seeing as how she’d had the same feelings time and again, though she had never really been brave enough to act on any thought like that. “I care about Sirius and his happiness, and his friends - you - make him happy, so I don’t hate you,” she explained before looking at him with suspicion. “You have? Why?”

“Oh.” James nodded. “Uh, no thank you. Sorry I was, ehm.. rude.” He offered her a small smile before raising an eyebrow. “You are Narcissa Black, aren’t you? Why are you being nice to me? Are you not aware of who I am or something?”

“S’alright. You are hungover, after all,” she paused. Her eyebrows raised in surprise before knitting together, her features twisting into a confused frown. “Yes, I am, and you’re James Potter. I’m sorry, was I supposed to be a bitch to you?” She shrugged, her features relaxing as she glanced down at the food on her plate. “I’m sure I can muster up some sort of fitting response in that manner if it would make you feel more comfortable.”