petunia evans 

narcissa black

      Lily had papers floating about in her living room . Notes and theories on who were the DEATH EATERS who attacked and killed the muggle-born family and used an explosion spell . Problem with that . It was used with a DEAD MAN’S wand . No way in tracing or knowing WHO casted it . She should have been a freaking AUROR . As a professor there was only so much she knew if it wasn’t for the fact that she was part of THE ORDER . Through them she gets everything she needs to know . Along with the fact that she can be a very resourceful girl . Hearing a knock on the door , Lily thought it was james or sirius . She did tell them to stop appearing in her room or living room out of nowhere and without notice unless it was an emergency . Sirius learning the hard way when she forgot her towel on her bed and ran to get it . “ Petunia .” The surprise in her voice didn’t go unnoticed . She was happy they had gotten close . Not closer but just close . She knew petunia HATED magic . Opening the door , the papers that were floating soon neatly hidden themselves and the slight mess of papers and string she had was no more . “ Come in . Is everything okay ?” 

LOCATION: THE MALFOY MANOR WITH: NARCISSA BLACK @ofcarnelians​

lucius decides that he is going to do a face mask before narcissa gets here for dinner. he feels largely unconscious but despite this, he needs to maintain his vessel by taking good care of it and stay entirely physically normal; not raise suspicions, be who the modern world views as lucius malfoy. he has been doing it for years and has no reason to switch face yet. nobody sees the real him, he is more of a mirage drifting through some abyss than an actual human being whose decisions have consequences. every parallel he’s created in his mind is false. he knows this. when his sense of mobility begins to sink he’ll next to definitely be forced to try something new, but until then, he’s going to happily be swathed in what is his right now.

the mask smells rancid but it fits his face like a glove; its essence melding with his skin. moist and soft. there is something subtle and strange about it and as he traverses his home he feels slightly disoriented. slipping into his closet and tripping ungracefully on a pair of women’s shoes he did not leave there. and as he looks blankly around his living room he notices there is some dust accumulating in a corner. jesus fucking christ. “dobby! where are you, you useless elf!” dobby pops out of his hiding place, fearful, calling him master in that annoying screechy voice. “there’s dust - see?” he waves his finger in front of dobby’s face in an attempt to get him to understand the reasons behind his disappointment. the door ell rings, which means that the elf is saved by the bell.  “get the door, i’ll deal with you later.” 

he returns to his bathroom and then spends some odd amount of time scrutinizing what little of his face he can see in his mirror after appreciating that, and as it often does, his face looks drawn on. his peace is broken when he hears dobby again, screeching from the front door all the way to where he stood. “m-m-ms. narcissa b-b-black is here to see you sir.” he sighs, turning to face him. “and? why are you still standing there? go let her know i will be right with her and make sure the dining room is set for two.” 

There was nothing like a murder to make people roam around in packs. It was frightfully frustrating. Especially when it was happening in Diagon Alley, considering that was where she was worked. Thea hated people at the best of times, but she’d lost count of the amount of people she’d had to move around, just to get a chance of getting to Gringotts. And now, she was feeling frustrated, and she’d not even interacted with a single Goblin. Her day was going to go so well, she could tell.

“Ugh….” She grumbled, taking a pause as she stood outside of Gringotts, and just took a deep breath. Time to prepare for the day Thea. Surely it couldn’t get worse than this?

there weren’t many things petunia was genuinely soft for, but dogs had always been one of them ever since she was a small girl. the muggle saw one outside when she was taking her bins to the street and she smiled, kneeling down to pet the top of its head. ❝  hello, you. ❞ she said softly, wondering who let such an adorable little creature loose and by itself. however she heard a movement, something that startled her and she looked up, icy hues daring around the dark street and she stood up to her full height of five foot six and tried her best to look intimidating. while she knew how to fight she also knew wizards didn’t play fair, especially the death eaters. 

“Excuse me?” Amelia fumed, she was used to comments like this while working but today she had no patience. “That’s no way to reply to someone who is trying to make sure you don’t accidently get yourself hurt or killed. I’m not the only one on edge.”

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“Call it an old, Slytherin bias for the color green then.” He murmurs, long words pronunciation as the sarcastic quip lingers in the well scented air. “But naming conventions aside. It was a success. The focus is not on us, or our cause. But the Ministry’s inability to protect its own.” A glib, cruel smile emerges from the pages. Sharing in a long look of shared success with his intended, before adding; “And when the chaos descends, they’ll turn to us. To the natural order of things.” With the likes of the aristocratic, pureblood families maintaining their stronghold on society. There were many promises and expectations when one wed the sole heir to the Malfoy’s vast fortune. Most of which, were inherited solely by his circumstances. But he has no problem promising it to Narcissa, outright. They would be a family at the top of the proverbial food chain. “Of course,” he answers dutifully, a small smile in return. Although they were not yet wed, they quickly found their footing in the realm of domesticity and togetherness. “Even more, once the renovations are complete. Is your bed chamber up to snuff?” Her presence in Malfoy Manor was recent, but not unwelcome. It wasn’t a love match - but they seemed suited to each other all the same. And, though Lucius would not vocalize it, there was something to be said about not being alone in his palatial home. “Firewhiskey.” No need for the word please. Instead, he comes up from his lengthened seat, approaching Narcissa from behind. A tentative hand on her shoulder, as the house elf came and went. “Thank you, Cissy.”

@ofcarnelians​ | Late Evening at Malfoy Manor

“The Prophet’s seems set on calling it The Red Wedding.” Lucius drawls, upon setting foot into the manor’s parlour. The latest copy of the Daily Prophet in hand, as he steps into the threshold where their reception was held. A little coming together for a number of Death Eaters, looking to celebrate their victory and plan next steps from a bureaucratic level. It seemed only right that the prolific Malfoy’s, whose family helped spearhead the pureblood movement, host the not-so-noble event. And Narcissa Black, the future lady of the household, as the picturesque hostess at the helm. A number of the gentlemen made haste to Lucius’ study, before heading on their way. With the house elves busying themselves to clear the parlour, he thought it best to speak with his betrothed of the night’s grand success. “A little gauche, for my tastes. But it certainly has an impact.” Lucius settles onto the velvet chaise, skimming through the latest and greatest articles. “The evening was a success,” he peers up from the pages, sharing a smirk with the hostess. “I have you to thank for that.”

It had been a tiring three days. To be honest, most of her years since qualifying as an auror had been tiring. But it was intense, and it felt like everything was getting worse. It almost felt like the death eaters were stepping it up, and that they were one step behind. So, Alice really was feeling frustrated, and exhausted. She’d stepped out of the office, just needing a break from all the tension, and the chatter. if she could just clear her head for a little, then that would be enough.

The girl had stopped at her parent’s shop, and found an excuse for a ice cream cone, before finding herself a bench to sit on. At least she could count on Fortescue ice cream to still make her feel better, even if the world was falling apart around her.

OPEN STARTER | Set: anywhere

Fifty dead, 2 aurors injured and evidence destroyed. It was a nightmare. Amelia ran a hand through her lose hair and let out a sigh. A massacre. No mercy. You read about this stuff in horror stories, not see it first hand. Amelia had seen many things in her career but she doubted anything could top this or wash the image of those bodies and that crime scene from her mind.

Amelia was on edge, at work, at home. It didn’t matter where she was Amelia was ready. Despite her work load most certainly tripling in one evening she somehow managed to find a moment to herself. Coffee in one hand, papers in another, Amelia sat down to read them. Her attention was was on the papers until she heard footsteps behind her. She spun around, hand on her wand holster ready to draw. 

“Now isn’t the best time to be sneaking up on people” Amelia commented, glaring at the person in front of her. “You need to be more careful”

open starter - the leaky cauldron

Benjy didn’t make a habit of drinking at the Leaky Cauldron for obvious reasons, but whether he cared to admit it or not, he was seeking out company. It was where anyone who was unable to healthily process the death of fifty people would be and that was a comforting presence.

Knocking back his firewhisky with an admirable ease, he waved two languid fingers to signal for another. Whilst the liqueor couldn’t unsettle his stomach, discussion of casualties certainly could. Biting his tongue for a split second, Benjy shook his head and gave into his baser instincts. “Not exactly bar talk, is it?” he interrupted, unable to keep the venom from his tongue.

ϟ.  → ayca aysin turan : cis female : she / her : bartender :  thunder by imagine dragons ϟ  did you see PETUNIA CEYDA EVANS ? you know ,  28 year old MUGGLE . some say PETUNIA can be quite passionate but are known to be cruel. they are aligned with the order .  maybe that’s why they remind me of CHEEKBONES THAT COULD CUT GLASS, LATE NIGHTS LOOKING AT THE MOON AND THE SMELL OF WARM VANILLA AND SUGAR .

ϟ.  → nina dobrev : cis female : she / her : socialite : dollhouse by melaine martinez  ϟ  did you see NARCISSA BLACK ? you know ,  32 year old PUREBLOOD who was formally in slytherin . some say narcissa can be quite devoted but are known to be cold. they are aligned with  the death eaters  .  maybe that’s why they remind me of dripping in emerald jewelry, an icy winter day and the mouth of a sailor .