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aria’s critical eye softened until it was unrecognizable               “ not one of these, no.                                  but one is coming.  the delay is inexcusable “  her words reassuring as her hands settled                      on the blonde’s  arm. “ && your’s– so  BEAUTIFUL.   thank you. “              and there was true concern that flickered in her expression, words lowered and bending to speak for narcissa’s ears alone,  “ it left my heart full but also … heavy.  –is everything alright?  “ 

                     “ shamefully inexcusable, ”    she joked,     a mischievous twinkle in her eye as she offered her friend a smirk. 

                               “ yes, yes, ”                   she waved off her friend’s compliments with a humorous expression, the girl dramatically flipping her hair over her                                        shoulder as she sighed in mock humbleness.                                                                         “ i’ve heard i have a way with words. ”                     the second comment,                                   however, left her pausing in confusion. 

                               “ st. patrick’s day would be a contender,            but then you’ve got to consider the importance of drinking holidays — “                         dirk shrugged,                                            letting that wrap up his sentence.                      " see? how much can a circle really say?                           even a sparkling one. not that I’m aces at other gifts either, but I digress. “

                                      “ it’s not a far-fetched thought.                   conversing with you is hardly torture, after all. “

             “ which is,    of course,   very high.  some might even say that drinking holidays are the most important.                                                               plus you’d have much better luck with gifts.                         a single bottle of scotch would do wonders for an alcoholic. ”

”"That is a very, very dear friend.“           "Actually, I’d bet you even had a few. 

           "Shocker” “Better find a place for all of them because I think there might be a few first years lost in there somewhere.

“ perhaps i’ll do that right now,                    seeing as your jaw only seems capable                                        of brutish grunts toward how many flowers i have. ”

her reaction elicited a soft smirk on his lips, the smug look not going unnoticed. a crown gem like narcissa was something he coveted, getting a glimpse of her smile stroked his ego undoubtedly. “it certainly is. like i said, someone unique with equally exquisite taste. why opt for roses, the overused weed that litters every garden when something much more beautiful presents itself as a valid alternative.”

“i have to admit, that was the intended outcome.”

pius had certainly been raised in a similar outlet as she had,                     the boy speaking with grace as though it were as easy as breathing.                                          “ you have a way with words.           a politician in the making. ”                            she arched her brow,   taking the flowers in hand and brushing them against the tip of her nose.                                                                                  “ very charming. ”

                       “ well, I don’t think it’s the greatest holiday.                but there must be something worse than it. “                                  dirk tried to match the teasing, giving an overdone shrug.           “ a flower and jewelry shower sounds more painful than romantic,                                                          so it looks like the population will just have to go without my gifts. “

      he smiled. “ should something like this do the trick? “

                               “ maybe ... boxing day ? ”                                                she asked,        an ashen brow arched as she pulled out the first ridiculous                                                                     holiday that came to mind.                                                                   “ shame.  but i consider simplicity to be much nicer than expensive gifts anyway.                                     it’s not entirely far-fetched to think a bracelet lacks thought. ”

“Lucky then. But still, perhaps someone has got a bit of a problem, or obsession with feeding egos.”

“ or perhaps the person who sent them is a dear friend.                                       because certainly,         the entire castle must be mystified at the idea that i might actually have one. ”

FROM: Duke

NOTE: 

           “ mystery is HIGHLY overrated. ”                                                        rita agreed  tapping the anonymous card against her chin thoughtfully                              as her own gaze flicked over the delicate petals                                                                 “ … there’s an awful lot of them,                                         i don’t think anyone knew you were so popular, black “       at this, she raised a brow and gently tucked the parchment in narcissa’s grasp

                                           leaning forward conspiratorially, her voice dipped     ” …  i hope you didn’t send these to yourself, sweets.  that would be cheating, 

                                                                                                    – not to mention, embarrasing.  ”

“ incredibly embarrassing, ”                              narcissa agreed with a nod,                  the girl following suit as she too leaned forward.                                                                ” luckily for me,    i didn’t have to. ”       she eyed rita both up and down with a mona lisa smile etched across her features,               “ but thank you very much.                                        i promise,         your concern won’t soon be forgotten.”

                        “ hey, now, this is the first I’m hearing of any kind of appeal.            I’m kidding — for the most part. “                                          dirk twisted his mouth, wry, giving the flowers a parting look,                             waving narcissa’s apology off with a seemingly absent hand. 

“ honesty isn’t inherently unkind                                  though, thanks for reminding me                              to beef up my unreadability. “

    “ so i take it you’re not big on valentine’s day ?                                    no flowers and jewelry to shower a girl with ? ”                                                       she was teasing,            falling victim to the spirit of the holiday despite her less than romantic mindset.                                                                        “ maybe a nice boy ? ”

“With all of those flowers I’m surprised there hasn’t been a bee flying out to sting you?

"No allergies then, either I guess.” @oknarcissa

                                    “ they must know better.      hmm ? ”

FROM: A Ghost

bellatrix cautiously sniffed at the flowers, wondering if someone had poisoned them and sent them in her sister’s name. she was careful not to touch the petals as she came up behind narcissa. she hadn’t spoken to her sister since before the welcome back party, and to her own surprise actually missed the tiny blonde. “cissy,” she started, stepping around and into narcissa’s eyeshot. “i take it these weren’t sent to kill me?” @oknarcissa

                                 “ i can make a guess, … or two. ”                     shoulder brushing her chin as rita plucked one of the cards from the stack       briefly glancing over the note with a curious smile

  “ they’re all anonymous? ”

            “ would seem so. ”                                             she said, a politically appropriate expression present                               as she watched the blonde with careful curiosity.                                                                  rita skeeter may have been a gossip,                                          but that held a certain air of power.       she could be dangerous if she wanted to be. 

                                  beaming as she dusted a kiss over narcissa’s cheek           ariadne couldn’t contain a soft squeal of delight for the blonde’s gifts “ yes look at these! there’s so many. oh, ciss, you must have some idea who they’re from “

she offered her friend a look,                a bright smile reserved for a rare few currently                                    beaming from her normally contained features.                       “ might one of them be from you ?                                                                    because if not ... i might be terribly disappointed. ”

    “ listen. people have been leaving flowers and throwing themselves at morrison’s grave forever,  “                        missing her expression as his eyes were still resolutely shut

                                                 “ i deserve … at least half that much love.  and  as you’re my fan club president,      i feel like this should be priority number one. “                he slipped, lips cracking with a laugh and shaking his head at his absurdity. his hand reached to rub at the center of his forehead, finally opening one eye to peak. only to be met by her answering smile, and his expression sobered.  “ …. i bet the view’s nice. “

“ Well for fuck’s sake, what are we waiting for? lead the way to greener pastures. “  voice rising as he set lanky limbs in motion, attempting to stand with all sorts of dramatic moans and groans, “ this grass business better be comfy cozy. i’m really not built for disappointment. “

                                                                             “ can’t say i know who that is,                                  but i’m fairly certain they’re not someone  you should be comparing yourself to. ”           his second statement brought about a childish eye roll from the blonde,                                     no doubt an action that would result in a very disappointed mother.                   “ i really wish you would stop saying that so loudly.                                                                 god forbid someone should hear you             and finally decide to take you seriously. ”