Alas, for she is a poisoned flower

Favorite Marauder’s Era character as voted for by my followers #6: Narcissa Malfoy (née Black)

Desmond had been utterly terrified when he received his message that he would be attending. His father had been disgusted. He already was sickened by his son. “Your wicked.. vile.” The man spit. “You know that’s what this means don’t you?” He breathed inches from his face. “How sad what this will do to your mother.” Later that same day his bags were packed. His mum insisted though selfishly she wanted to keep him home partly because she would miss him the other half.. in some purely frightened way.. it was another person in the home besides her husband, as Desmond grew older, The head of house and the house itself grew colder. Perhaps Desmond would learn things though, things that could help them. Unknowing of course just how magic worked in the muggle world.

Desmond had little time to study the history of the school, to learn about the houses, not until he was gathering his school supplies, that alone had his head spinning. Was it too late to turn back? Did this truly make him like his father said? Though the people he walked by seemed friendly enough. They didn’t seem evil like he said. If they were.. he shouldn’t be afraid of going up to them.. right? He was like them. Right? How?? He had made things shatter.. made the centrepiece on their table disappear and end up on the piano. His mum had been horrified herself believing maybe he belonged somewhere.. sent to be “fixed.” Was this what that was? People seemed to accept it though around Diagon Alley. It was.. well it just was. Inside this elatement grew. Maybe this wasn’t a bad thing. He wouldn’t let it be.

Making it onto the train was an adventure, had he not overheard another person going through the platform he would have never made it. It filled up quickly. Kids, so many kids just like him. He found himself smiling. Purely smiling. A nervous bubbling in his stomach. He had to find a compartment and fast. Did it matter? Did you have to sit with someone specific, he didn’t think so. He didn’t remember reading anything about it. His mind was filling with all sorts of things about the houses. Which would he be in? He almost bumped into a pair walking by most likely as lost as he was. Shifting in his robes he walked by a few one that had parchment lifting in the air. One with a frog that was hopping one minute the someone was eating it the next. He almost couldn’t move to stunned.

Blinking he shook his head and happened finally across what he thought was an empty compartment. “Oh.” He stepped back bewildered seeing a girl.. a sad looking girl in his opinion. “Sorry., this might be forward but are you okay?” He asked after a second realizing the door was slightly opened he closed it behind him before sitting across from her. He had intended to ask if If was alright to even come in and take a spot but the sight of her possibly crying took precidence he thought. His eyes looked at her face and took in the color of her robes. There was a green in them. One of his favorite colors and it was one of the house colors wasn’t it? He thought to himself. Des had always been somewhat of a curious one, and had a keen eye for detail and observing un spoken signals. Something his dad never really liked. “If it’s alright with you, may I sit here? It’s filling up fast out there.” He gestured with his head.

Narcissa quickly wiped her eyes the moment the boy had entered the compartment. It was shameful for a lady to be seen without control of her emotions, more so by a strange boy. He was dressed in fine clothing and had a aura that somewhat deemed him no ordinary commoner, but he was unfamiliar to her. She also appreciated his manners, asking the young girl if it was possible for him to sit. 

“Of course, I did think it was a rare to find an empty carriage. Sit.” she said, her young girlish voice coming out stronger than she had expected. Narcissa then remembered that she forgot to reply to his first question. Was she really alright? The young Black wasn’t quite sure herself, and it was rare for her to even be asked that question. It wasn’t common for the Blacks to be concerned in matters of the heart, and she wasn’t quite sure how to respond.

Narcissa looked into the young boy’s eyes, sure that her green eyes were probably bloodshot from the tears that welled up. She saw....kindness in his, something not common around her circle of peers. It felt as if he was truly concerned, a feeling that was infectious in a manner. So infectious that Narcissa couldn’t help but answer, “Not really. I don’t think i’m okay.” As if those words were some sort of charm, that caused all her feelings to pour and small tears just like diamonds began to stream down her face. 

    Those with less particular tastes could arguably manage to merely send a house elf to run such errands as these, while it did take time from his already fairly busy schedule the Macnair heir still very much preferred to attend to the bustling cobblestone himself. His dark looming six foot one stature had a way of dividing the sea of people, which was best for all parties involved. Walden was not as crass as some of his comrades, no, but his cold-eyes and pointed manners were not sought out often by those not within his good graces. 

A new set of ties was of the utmost importance, losing another set to the turmoil of his work for the Ministry of Magic. Being called in to handle a nest of ashwinder eggs was trivial, but alas the carelessness of one’s co-workers could not be underestimated. Walden having to intervene, singeing his neck tie in the process. 

Lost in his thought, deep umber hues skirting about him as he’d stepforward through the attending crowd, it was but good fortune that he would happen upon the youngest Black sister. Catching sight of her out of the corner of his eyes, it was deemed of ill-manners to not at least go to greet the young woman. “What luck,” he purred – immediately offering a perfectly painted smile. Stepping eloquently towards her, “–that such an otherwise mundane afternoon, might be graced with the honor of happening upon you Narcissa.” 

Not quite sure what to do with herself at the moment, Narcissa was somewhat of a sitting duck. Correction sitting swan. Of course she knew of other places that catered to her tastes in terms of fine clothing, but it was now only a matter of which one she fancies at the moment. Her train of thought was interrupted by a smooth alluring voice. 

“Mr. Macnair,” Narcissa beamed, happy to see a familiar face in a sea of muggle filth. Although they might have been in different houses, the Macnair name is strong and pure. They’ve known of each other during various events and banquets that the elite pureblood families held, and Narcissa had no reason to disrespect him. The opposite, a true lady must always act as such, to those who are deemed worthy of course. “Always the charmer I see,” she continued, her words came out almost is a musical manner, dripping like honey.  “Are you on official Ministry business or are you upset as I am that the shop is closed?” She then eyed the scorched tie that Walden was wearing.

“Such a shame, this is golden silk right? Made by the Leprechauns?” Narcissa continued, taking the tie into her hand without any shame. She immediately recognized the tie, for it was a limited edition that only ten were made. She had tried to find one for her father, but was out of luck. 

“If you’d like, my schedule is clear. I can escort you to a lovely shop nearby that holds a most lovely dragon hide tie. It may not be an lovely as this,” Narcissa said continuing to feel the remainder of the beautiful tie, “but it will be more durable to.....accidents.” A small bubbling giggle came out, somewhat childlike. Her auburn lips curved to a slight smile, but enough to make a muggle that was passing by enter a lamppost. 

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marlene had only just gotten back from private business on behalf of the order, she had been strolling around the streets of muggle london when she noticed a figure that stood out like a sore thumb amongst all the muggles. it wasn’t every day she’d see another pureblood around this area, let alone it being one of the black sisters alone. 

frowning slightly marlene decided to discreetly follow the blonde along the streets, growing more and more curious about what business she had to do. she watched as the elite blonde gracefully moved along the cobblestone streets, people parted like the red sea when approaching her, much like how it was at hogwarts. marlene must have been one of the few people that refused to step away for any of the black sisters. she never cared for the food chain that was the pureblood elite status, after all they never cared for her or her so call ‘blood traitor’ family. 

marlene came to a hold as narcissa stopped, reading the sign on the shop front. tucking a curl behind her ear she walked up to narcissa, reading the sign on the door before looking at to other girl. “can’t say you’re one i normally see in this neck of the woods” she commented, crossing her arms. “not lost are you?”

The fact that her favorite tailor was closed was an utter disgrace. Narcissa had already made herself a mental note that she’d have to send an owl to France as soon as possible. When her friend would hear about this most likely he’d send a complete change in staff, like the last time were she had seen a muggle born working in the back room. It repulsed her just the thought of her clothes being touched by dirty hands. 

Narcissa turned to face the voice that spoke out to her, “Marlana?” At least that was she thought her name was. The woman was the same year as Narcissa in Hogwarts, but different houses. If her memory served her right, than she was a Gryffindor; which only added to the fact that Narcissa probably barely had spoken to her before. It was more likely that her fellow Slytherins had gotten into altercations with her and her friends (or any Gryffindor for that matter) but Narcissa saw it beneath her. Probably the only redeeming factor that Narcissa saw in her was the fact that she was pureblood, a McKinnon. Blood traitors albeit. 

“Not lost, if you weren’t so busy cohabiting with filthy muggles, you would have known that this shop belongs to a great pureblood.” she scoffed. “Although,” Narcissa continued looking at Marlene with judgmental eyes, from her shoes all the way to her curly hair, “It seems as if you have no interest in such matters.”

🧠 a time my muse thought about yours. 

☀️ a time my muse let yours take care of them.  

📱 a time my muse texted / called yours.  

🗯️ a time my muse didn’t text / call yours.

🖼️ a time my muse talked about someone from their past.

🌷 a time my muse said they loved yours. 

💔 a time my muse said they hated yours.

💧 a time my muse cried.

💡 a time my muse laughed.

🔥 a time my muse got caught doing something bad.

👀 a time my muse told a lie. 

🌙 a time my muse told the truth.

🍎 a time my muse felt safe with yours.

🍃 a time my muse left home.

narcissa black | twenty | pureblood | civilian 

wand: cherry and dragon Heartstring, 10 inches, unbending. boggart: herself and her family in rags, their prestige and influence gone.   patronus: lioness. pet: none. job: socialite. faceclaim: holliday grainger. 

                                          history

The youngest out of three sisters, Narcissa has always been a bit more spoiled than most, especially being a Black. From a very young age all her life has been dictated by her parents and in the future her chosen husband, but it seems as if she doesn’t mind. For Narcissa it is mainly easier to follow the path others had made for her rather than create her own. As long as Narcissa was well behaved and conducted herself in a true lady-like manner, her parents were pleased. Pleased enough to give her everything a young girl could only dream. The finest clothing and jewels the wizarding world can offer (of course nothing muggle made) and they doted on her more so than her two older sisters. Although that affection only came via materialistic presents rather than true affection, something (she’d never admit) Narcissa very much craved. After understanding at a young age that her parent’s would never give her that, she turned into a romantic. Believing that one day her pureblood prince would come on his white horse, Narcissa become very much obsessed with love. Alas, her storybook ending wasn’t in the cards. Lucius Malfoy. A name that would haunt her endlessly, the name that deprived her from achieving the true love she so desperately craved. Narcissa knows she doesn’t have a choice in the matter and it is her duty to marry him, but she can’t help but sometimes hope that one day he will come to love her; but every time they’ve met had only made her dreams seem farther and farther away.

At Hogwarts she enjoyed herself, a circle of pureblood friends whom she’s known for years and her sisters whom she was close to during those years, although now it seems as if they had grown apart. It seemed as everyone knew of her, but no one knew who she was due to the fact that Narcissa was a somewhat private person, her secrets are to be kept hidden. She didn’t have the need to mingle with houses other than her own Slytherin, because Narcissa didn’t believe they were worth any of her time. Her studies went very well, earning top scores among her peers and her robes brand new on a monthly bases. It was more a peaceful time in Narcissa’s life, a time were she could somewhat be away from her parent’s constant watch, but she could never completely be relaxed for they had eyes everywhere.

Narcissa is aware of the upcoming war, there is no where to hide from the whispers that consume almost every corridor in the Black manor. She tries to stray away from bluntly choosing a side, mainly due to fear. Her life currently is exactly as she sees fit and the possibility that will change scares her, but her pride as a pureblood deems as there is no other option than for them to end up on top. Her joining the Malfoy family will only add to her prestige and influence in the wizarding community, and truly believes that no matter the outcome, their influence will never waver.

Currently staying at the Black Manor, Narcissa is playing a waiting game. Waiting for the upcoming war, waiting for her marriage, just…waiting. It is slowing consuming her and her sanity, and Narcissa is hopeful that things will change for the better in the upcoming months.

                                      personality

- Immature; Due to being the “baby” of the family, it should be no surprise that Narcissa can act somewhat childish. She never really had much responsibility, since other people always took care of her, whether it be the maids or her older sisters.

- Jealous; Narcissa usually spends her time alone the past couple years and somewhere inside her she is jealous of the active life her family has, where she stays at home most of the day. She also has this thing about being upset when someone tries to take something that belongs to her.

- Remorseless; Narcissa does not care at all if her decisions affected others, she has no remorse at all. She only thinks of what effects her, and doesn’t ever regret it, since she took so long to get to that conclusion.

- Manipulative; Anything that Narcissa would want, she would most likely receive it. For a Black, it was unlikely for a member of the family not to receive their wishes, and they were taught to use their words wisely. With lots of thought behind her words, Narcissa learned the art of having a silver tongue, and even as a small child mastered the skill.

+ Analytical; Have you heard of people rushing into things? Thinking without acting? Well Narcissa is the exact opposite; she won’t make any rash decisions at all. She always thinks over and over about her choices before making any.

+ Nurturing; Narcissa has a trait that she was most likely born with. She cares about the people around her and has the nagging need to take care of them all the time. Most of the time she is even unaware that she is being “motherly” to others, and does it mainly out of habit.

+ Charming; She is quite charming when the heiress wants to be. Narcissa can be quite the social butterfly, although mainly to reserves that to people that she finds worthy, and are on her level.

+ Feminine; There is no more of a lady than Narcissa Black. Her bloodline, the way she holds herself, behavior, all of this just screams of a lady. Of course she is, Narcissa was trained from a young age to behave that way, the woman knows no other way of life.

                                 relationships

bellatrix & andromeda black // while not quite three peas in a pod, she does feel she can count on her sisters when she needs them. or at least, she used to. andromeda has been growing more distant lately, and sometimes bellatrix scares her with her intensity for the cause. lucius malfoy //  knowing they were betrothed from a young age hasn’t helped their relationship at all. he seems to feel forced into it, and she hates knowing that she’s in a relationship with someone who wouldn’t have picked her, had he had the choice. she strives to be everything he wants anyway. severus snape // although she won’t admit it to anyone, she’s always felt a quiet compassion for the smart boy who struggled so much to fit in during their school years. while she’s not blatant about it, she tries to reach out to him and offer bits of friendship when she can. alice fortescue // few people irritate her as much as alice. she seems too good and pure to be real, and narcissa feels like she’s always acting holier-than-thou. narcissa doesn’t miss a chance to knock her down a peg.