beauty is terror )

      andromeda quietly joined her younger sister . choosing to ignore narcissa’s statements about the people she wouldn’t dare associate with lest her beautiful hair fall out or she gain premature wrinkles . she hands her sister a cup of tea , and surveys the room .  ‘ if this establishment doesn’t suit you , we’ll just send you off to durmstrang . ’  she tucked her legs under herself and , with her sweater covering her hands , sipped on her tea .

“Oh please, don’t be dramatic Andromeda. You know I’d never leave it, not as long as you and Bellatrix are around. Besides, more of the contacts we need are here,” Narcissa then takes the tea, feeling COMFORTED already by her sister’s presence. Being so candid with Andromeda comes e a s i l y as she sips the tea, and gives her sister a grateful smile. “How’d you manage to make this absolutely spot on in all this mess, Meda??”

In the midst of a war not unlike the one that’s brewing in the Wizarding World, Narcissa Black, aged 15, sits crouched in her cousin’s Regulus’ closet. Regulus and her are hip to hip. Holding each other.  

It was after Sirius left, that Narcissa knew that she’d have to be trapped in her life FOREVER. It was after he b e t r a y e d the bloodline that she realized that he got the ‘get out of Azkaban  free card’, and no one else. 

Now, she was angry. Angrier than she had ever been. It was all aimed at Sirius, for who else could she be angry at?

No, she wasn’t allowed to be angry at her family, they gave her everything she had. They kept her ‘safe’. Safe from happiness. They were her way of life, but now the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black was c r u m b l i n g apart.

Sirius was the one that pulled the string and unraveled the tapestry. He was the one who tarnished the most Noble name.

All by leaving. Blood traitor.

He didn’t deserve to be a Black. Even though he would always be one, in her eyes.

                                      It’s amazing how things changed.

Narcissa realized then that she didn’t want a war. She didn’t want people dying in the name of blood purity. Yes, a hierarchy of people was important. But was killing them right? Not at all. Because all it was doing was tearing her family apart. As much as they tried to keep their precious daughter away from all the bloodshed, what they didn’t realize was that they had created their own personal war. One that ran through her veins.

Yes, being a Black was the equivalent of being a solider.  The blonde was jealous how her warrior older sister Bellatrix fit in so nicely, how Andromeda was able to separate but not Narcissa. Not her.

Little Narcissa, a delicate flower of a girl ( or so she was so idiotically seen ), she was caught in between. She was being pruned for the war as a wife, grown in a battlefield of high society. Her roots were too far down, they were mangled in between the rest of the Black family tree.

   (        Her father even says she gets her blonde hair from her great great grandmother.      )

Another vase s h a t t e r e d against the floor, and Narcissa squeezed her cousin. In everything that was going on, she was beyond lucky to have him. If there was anything Narcissa felt truly privileged to be; it was being there for Regulus.

It was hard remembering the days when being a Black meant being part of kin that was powerful. Revered. Respected.

                                                       …………Was it ever that way?

Forbidden tears started to fall down her face, and she quickly burrowed herself into Regulus. She needed to be strong for him.

  ⊰ NARCISSA BLACK – – moodboard 1/??⊱  

What main classes are you taking?

ASTRONOMY

CHARMS

DEFENSE AGAINST THE DARK ARTS 

HERBOLOGY 

HISTORY OF MAGIC 

POTIONS

TRANSFIGURATION

Are you taking any electives or extra curriculars?

STUDY OF ANCIENT RUNES

ANCIENT STUDIES

MAGICAL THEORY

Are you in any clubs?

SLUG CLUB

Are you Head Boy or Head Girl? Or are you a prefect?

Fifth Year Slytherin Prefect.

Do you play Quidditch? If so, what position?

What a nice, generous reply. Especially one from Emma Vanity herself. 

Just because Narcissa Black’s perfect porcelain exterior broke for a moment didn’t mean she needed someone to lean on. No matter how much Vanity represented everything she thought a woman of her status was supposed to be – she didn’t need anyone. Narcissa didn’t need to talk unless it involved talking some sense into certain family members. It angered her, there was ancient & noble rage in her veins that she prided herself in having. But the temper came out, and it was embarassing. 

Did Narcissa Black need to talk? No.

(  She needed to scream,     She needed to cry.        She needed to feel again.            SHE NEEDED HER FAMILY BACK. )

Needing in that way was for children who didn’t know better. Need was for people who also gave into wants. She had perfect control. 

What was needed was her family back together -- not some conversation that would most likely lead to nothing more than more rumors being spread about the crumbling House of Black. Their dynasty needed to be protected -- it was her duty. 

“The offer is kind of you, however, I really have nothing of importance to talk about – at least – that you need to know of.” She hadn’t meant to be so sharp, but she was. It had to be that way. 

"Take a deep breath, and start from the beginning."

"It was totally my fault - the whole thing."

"Why is everybody shouting?"

"I'm so embarrassed about last night."

"I feel sick even thinking about it."

"It never happened, okay? You can't tell anyone."

"Just look at _____ right now. What a bimbo."

"Seriously hot, though."

"You're lucky she/he didn't trip over your tongue dragging halfway across the ground."

"She wants me to take her to the dance."

"So, actually this is quite convenient for you."

"Your face is annoying me."

"I've got news!"

"Virgin boy/girl is no longer."

"So who's the unlucky girl/boy?"

"I know we're not officially talking, but I need help with my tie."

"For a minute there, I thought you might be in love with me or something."

"I'm always here if you need to talk."

"Wanker."

"Have you done this before?"

"It's like brushing my teeth."

"Bugger off!"

"You've got to help me. There's been an accident!"

"Jesus, you scared me!"

"Okay, you need to be really clear and really precise."

"The condom came off inside my vagina, and at present I'm unable to locate it."

"That's way more information than I needed."

"You think I should flee the country?"

"Let's get out of here. This place is a dead end."

"Are you supposed to smoke in here?"

"I've been feeling sick every day."

"Well, have you missed a period."

"No, but I took the morning after pill."

"I can delay if you need me to."

"You're defending _______. What's wrong?

"I thought you'd be happier."

"I've got some stuff to sort first, but I'll be there."

"Keep in touch, okay?"

"Being a girl sucks!"

"My life's over, _______."

"Tell me that's not yours."

"What? You're a nanny, now?"

"Just back for the weekend. Thought I'd surprise you."

"You okay? You seem stressed."

"I was going to tell you. I promise."

"I didn't want to hold you back."

"Can I be godfather/godmother?"

"I'd love nothing more."

"I think not telling you was a way to keep the dream alive, you know?"

"I wanted to see you! For Christ's sake, you're my best friend!"

"I was worried that you might find it hard coming here."

"You thought I was jealous of you!"

"Seriously, can you find further proof of how fucked up my life is?"

"That's how fucked up your life is."

"I never got to say goodbye."

"Seriously. Are you pissed?"

"I find funerals really difficult."

"You deserve someone who loves you with his/her whole heart."

"I was watching you two tonight. You're good together."

"Any baggage?"

"We both knew it wasn't right."

"So, I had this weird dream on the plane over."

"___________, can I take you to the dance?"