𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤.

𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞, 𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐚𝐬. 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐫: 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞'𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 ?

FULL  NAME:  narcissa  delphinus  black NICKNAME:  “cissa”  is  what  most  people  like  to  nickname  her,  “cissy”  is  something  she  only  allows  family  and  very  close  friends  to  call  her AGE  &  BIRTHDAY:  26,  november  20th,  1995  1:44pm STAR  PLACEMENTS:  scorpio sun,  libra moon,  pisces ascending GENDER  &  PRONOUNS:  ciswoman,  she/her BLOOD  STATUS:  pureblood LOYALTY:  death  eater  ally OCCUPATION:  socialite,  ballet  instructor FACE  CLAIM:  victoria  pedretti WAND:  ebony  with  dragon  core,  twelve  and  a  half  inches,  unbending FAMILY:  cygnus  black  iii  ( father ),  druella  black  ( mother ),  bellatrix  black ( sister ),  andromeda  black  ( sister, estranged ) BIRTH  ORDER:  youngest

» tagged: alice & narcissa » where: diagon alley, outside florean fortescue’s ice cream parlour

♕ —- It was a quiet night, the sun had just barely set and left a deep scarlet hue over the skyline. Alice stepped out of the ice cream shop and locked up the door with her key before she cast the magical charm that her uncle often used to keep the place safe. She normally didn’t cover evening shifts but it had been a favor for her uncle who had sounded rather desperate on the phone. He lucked out with it being her day off. And she got a free pint of the earl grey and lavender flavour out of the deal.

♕ —- Once Alice was certain everything was locked up, she turned and nearly jumped. She hadn’t expected to see anyone by the shop this time of night. “Merlin’s beard,” she murmured with a shake of her head before she turned her attention to the other when they came more in view. “Sorry, you’re a bit too late. We’re closed for the night.”

ballet  had  graced  her  with  light  feet,  and  with  weightless  footsteps  there  was  practically  no  sound  to  indicate  her  presence  to  her  old  classmate  exiting  the  shop.  she’d  been  out  late  on  an  errand  she  hadn’t  gotten  much  information  on  herself,  something  about  dropping  off  a  package  to  a  certain  doorstep  for  secure  passage  of  information  because  everything  online  could  be  traced.  all  she  knew  was  that  her  parents  needed  it  to  be  done,  and  so..  she’d  done  it.

“oh,  don’t  worry—  just  passing  through,”  narcissa  said,  though  she  couldn’t  help  the  amusement  that  came  out  with  her  observation,  “didn’t  think  that  you’d  frighten  so  easily,  alice.  anything  in  particular  making  you  so  skittish?”

Where: Diagon Alley, outside the Second-Hand Bookshop Who: Emmeline & Narcissa

Emmeline was looking for a gift for her aunt and had a few other things to buy, so Diagon Alley was well worth the trip; she just hoped she didn’t run into anyone she didn’t want to see. Her mother, in particular, or anyone else from the pureblood society, because she could do without the awkward questions today.

Emmeline’s first stop was the Second-Hand Bookshop because she needed more books and assumed that there must be a romance novel there that her aunt hadn’t yet read. She was about to enter when someone rushed out of the door, almost knocking her to the ground. She yelled after them, “Watch where you’re going!”

narcissa  wasn’t  sure  what  it  was  that  caused  many  of  her  younger  cousins  to  be  drawn  to  her,  whether  it  was  because  she  would  listen  to  them  talk  and  engage  in  their  playful  nature,  or  if  it  was  that  she  was  one  of  the  few  that  actually  saw  them  as  people  instead  of  just  lineage  heirs.  not  just  a  name  at  the  end  of  a  list,  but  a  human,  a  child  with  a  personality  and  feelings.  many  of  them  would  name  her  as  their  favorite  cousin,  and  cissy  had  become  high  on  many  lists  of  those  to  pawn  their  kids  off  on.  she  wasn’t  one  to  complain,  but..  she’d  given  her  young  cousin  korinne  a  specific  amount  of  time  to  peruse  a  second  hand  bookshop,  and  she  was  running  about  two  minutes  over  her  time.

while  cissy  planned  on  going  in  to  retrieve  the  girl,  her  gaze  shot  up  from  the  time  displayed  on  her  phone  at  the  sound  of  yelling,  and  at  the  same  time  korinne  had  come  to  a  halt  in  front  of  her.  with  a  glance  in  between  the  two,  emmeline  about  to  enter  the  bookshop  and  korinne  breathless  with  two  books  clutched  to  her  stomach,  narcissa’s  eyes  narrowed  into  a  glare.  emmeline  and  narcissa  had  run  in  the  same  circle  for  a  long  while,  despite  their  difference  in  ages,  due  to  the  environment  they’d  been  born  into.  but  not  anymore.

  He was about to say something when she put her finger up to him as he bowed his head with a half smile over his face as he shook his head slightly. Some things never change. He peeked up at her once he heard the cup being set down on the table. A chuckle left his lips upon her allowing him to speak. “I mean, if the crown fits.” Frank pointed out with a shrug of a shoulder. He couldn’t help but laugh again at her comment as he rubbed his chin. “I haven’t shaved in a few days. I didn’t know you could count that high truthfully.” Frank leaned back in his seat as he stared at her for a moment before he decided to disclose the little secret of hers that he kept. “You haven’t changed much since our days at school. Are you still dancing?” 

heavy  is  the  head  that  wears  the  crown,  and  heavy  it  was.  whether  or  not  it  fit  was  the  issue  narcissa  had  grown  up  fretting  over,  and  she’d  never  quite  felt  like  she  ever  grew  into  it.  appearances  were  everything,  though,  and  cissy  didn’t  hesitate  in  her  motion  of  raising  her  hands  above  her  head  in  an  act  of  pretending  that  she  was  adjusting  a  ‘crown’  atop  her  blonde  hair.  “doesn’t  seem  to  have  fallen  yet,  so  you  must  be  right,”  she  agreed  with  a  sigh  of  relief  and  a  hand  moving  to  her  chest,  all  apart  of  her  act  that  was  only  broken  by  a  roll  of  her  eyes  at  the  jab  he’d  taken  at  her  mathematical  skills.

something  she  hadn’t  been  prepared  for  was  for  frank  to  question  if  she  was  still  dancing,  and  there  was  only  a  moment  of  a  furrow  to  her  brow  before  she  was  able  to  mask  her  features,  leaning  back  in  her  seat  with  a  momentary  glance  to  those  around  them.  “no,  i  haven’t  done  that  since  i  dropped  it  around  the  time  of  my  newts.  it  was  just  something  to  pass  the  time,”  narcissa  lied,  her  tone  nonchalant  with  a  wave  of  her  hand  in  the  air  in  dismissal.  how  he  knew  of  her  dancing,  she  wasn’t  certain,  but..  there  was  no  way  of  him  to  know  that  she  was  lying,  or  else  he  would’ve  asked  a  more  present  time  question  regarding  the  subject  about  how  her  dancing  was  going  instead  of  wondering  if  she  was  still  doing  it.  right?

The fact that Gwen’s eyes were closed were the only reason they weren’t currently rolling. “A learned fool, is more a fool, than an ignorant fool.” Gwen countered with a smirk. It wasn’t that she particularly hated the youngest of the Black sisters, it was more that they whole family had made it very clear that they didn’t like her, or anyone like her. She took a long drag and slowly opened her eyes as she blew a cloud towards the blonde. Slowly stretching out her toes, she pushed herself back up to her feet. Slipping her shoes back on, she brought her attention back to the girl in front of her. 

“So tell me, Black, what’s the princess of blood purity, doing in the muck with all the lowly muggles?” She purred. “Why do we have the privilege, nay, the honor of your presence? Are you finally bored of fucking your cousins, you finally wanted to see what the rest of us have to offer?” Taking another long drag, she let the burn of the smoke hold her tongue for her. She wasn’t done with her night, and she wasn’t going to let anyone ruin it. Especially not Narcissa Black.

someone  was  feeling  a  bit  feisty,  weren’t  they?  narcissa  really  didn’t  have  to  say  much,  nor  did  she  have  to  come  out  swinging—  the  sour  relationship  between  the  black  family  and  anyone  lesser  had  decided  the  fate  of  their  interaction  for  the  both  of  them.  “having  a  bad  night?  no  need  to  take  it  out  on  me,  your  suffering  will  be  over  soon  if  you  just  have  a  bit  of  patience,”  and  while  her  words  certainly  had  further  implications,  a  glance  to  the  cigarette  dangling  from  her  lips  made  it  seem  only  a  little  less  threatening.

she  hadn’t  planned  on  answering  any  of  gwenog’s  questions,  found  no  reason  to  entertain  them  with  a  response  that  wouldn’t  come  with  any  sort  of  emotional  reaction  the  woman  thought  she  could  get  from  narcissa.  maybe  from  one  of  her  sisters  would  she  have  gotten  an  emotionally  charged  verbal  attack  back  to  her  meaningless  queries,  but  never  from  the  youngest.

  Frank had never feared or avoided Narcissa. To him, he saw something else there that she probably would deny. A facade that she always kept up but he knew there was more. Still, it wasn’t his place and so he never brought it up. Just like he never brought up the fact that he had walked by while she was dancing ballet in one of the empty classrooms one day and he couldn’t help but watch a little. It was the first time he had seen her with a passion in her eyes and it was different and nice to see. After all they were classmates at most during Hogwarts, sometimes bumping into one another at most and so he never brought it up.

Despite both coming from Pureblood families, their ideologies were evidently different to say the least. To Frank, being a Pureblood never meant anything other than that’s just the family he was born into. His parents never made it much of a big deal and he never really thought it mattered. Although, he had heard conversations because if there was one thing Frank was that many people didn’t think was observant. Always the look of surprise. It was a little amusing to Frank but he didn’t show that on his face. He couldn’t help the light chuckle that left his lips however at her statement. She hadn’t changed much from what he remembered. “It is the polite thing to do if you’re staring. Do I have something on my face or are you just secretly happy to see me?”

where: Three Broomsticks  who: open

The truth was that lately Frank was tired. He had been handling different cases given to him from dealing with cursed objects to finding information needed. He felt like he was being stretched thin but the problem was that the male didn’t know how to turn down a request. Workaholic was an understatement lately. He finally had the day off and he could feel the tension in his shoulders as he sipped his tea. He settled for tea rather than settling for a cold brew coffee which was his poison of choice in a work day.  He was looking over his phone, trying to figure out the different functions. It was still rather new to him when he felt someone staring at him. Frank peeked up and then smiled when he saw the familiar face. Despite looking a bit tired, his smile was always there. “Are you just going to sit and stare or are you actually going to say hello to me?” He teased the other. 

other  than  the  ballet  studio  or  the  black  manor,  narcissa  could  often  be  found  in  one  of  the  many  cafes  in  the  magical  london  area,  which  she  had  chosen  that  day  over  dancing  due  to  the  ache  in  her  limbs.  a  few  more  bruises  had  bloomed  along  the  skin  along  her  arms  and  sides,  one  of  the  few  downsides  of  ballet.  people  watching  helped  in  allowing  cissa  to  not  focus  on  herself,  successfully  distracting  her  from  the  dull  pain  she  felt  nearly  constantly.

it  was  never  too  long  before  a  familiar  face  would  come  along,  and  it  was  nearly  impossible  to  not  notice  frank  longbottom;  the  two  were  the  same  age,  had  been  in  many  of  the  same  classes  over  their  years  at  hogwarts  during  their  formative  years.  and  while  she  wasn’t  unfamiliar  with  others  taking  note  of  her  gaze  on  them,  most  people  weren’t  inclined  to  speak  because  of  who  she  was,  because  of  the  family  she  belonged  to.

a  blink  in  slight  surprise  was  narcissa’s  initial  reaction,  but  while  others  would  look  away  when  caught,  her  gaze  on  his  didn’t  waver  in  the  slightest.  “no,  i  was  indeed  going  to  sit  and  stare  without  saying  hello,”  she  answered  honestly,  and  she  shot  him  a  quirk  of  her  brow  as  the  corner  of  her  lip  lifted  with  her  following  query,  “did  you  wish  for  me  to  say  hello  to  you?”

Andromeda was interested in rare books on family lineage for her research, she knew where it would lead her and she wasn’t sure that she wanted to go there after leaving the family. The magical community, the one she had departed, was small and everyone knew each other. She wasn’t sure if she would be welcomed, but she needed to try.

She was moving between Diagon and Knocturn Alley, when someone bumped into her and she just turned to glare. She didn’t want trouble but she didn’t care being pushed aside either. 

yet  another  rainy  day  in  london,  and  narcissa  had  just  been  trying  to  get  through  from  visiting  diagon  alley  for  some  new  treats  for  her  snowy  owl,  aspen,  from  the  eeylops  owl  emporium.  of  course  she  could  have  ordered  some  through  the  wixen  wide  web,  but..  she  preferred  thumbing  through  the  options,  of  having  all  of  her  tangible  possibilities  right  in  front  of  her  to  choose  from.  there  wasn’t  enough  rain  in  the  world  that  would  entice  her  to  stay  cooped  up  in  the  black  manor,  stuck  in  the  company  of  her  parents.

it  was  a  slight  shock  to  narcissa,  the  sight  of  her  sister  that  she  could  spot  even  though  the  thick  of  the  rain  between  them,  but..  she  couldn’t  pass  the  opportunity  to  check  up  on  andromeda,  not  when  it  was  given  to  her  by  sheer  luck.  with  a  slight  change  in  step,  their  shoulders  had  collided  in  a  way  that’d  sent  both  of  them  turning  to  one  another,  eyes  meeting  with  narcissa’s  wider  than  the  glare  sent  her  own  way.  she  deserved  it,  really—  cissy  could’ve  chosen  a  better  way  to  say  ‘hello’.

Who: Sirius & Open

Location: The Spitting Dragon Bar

Sirius tugged the unlit cigarette into the corner of his mouth. Combat-boot-clad foot propped up against the wall behind him, hand running through the waves of his hair, messing it up even more, before reaching for the Muggle lighter in the pocket of his jeans. He was taking a break from the shift at the bar, wisely choosing to spend it inhaling smoke down his lungs.

Thumb rolled over the lighter’s mechanism, creating fire - just like magic. A little sigh turned to an inhale as he helped the cigarette to begin its journey to burn to ashes. Sirius quite enjoyed the shifts at the bar, sure. It was a pastime where he got to get rid of some of his energy for socialising, to observe how ordinary people lived even if he wasn’t quite aware of it—having to work, spending their salary on drinks and food and merriment. Sirius had enough left from the inheritance from Uncle Alphard not to need the job. He treated it like a hobby, showing up when it pleased him, ditching a shift if something better - or more critical - came along. It was the highborn’s curiosity about a world he still didn’t fully understand or felt he belonged in.

The notion of a presence joining him made Sirius lazily turn his head, jaw and shoulders tensing slightly in the ever-preparation for a fight rather than flight. Sirius didn’t seem too alarmed (yet) as he whisked the packet of cigarettes up from his pocket and gave it a little shake. “Want a smoke?”

it  warmed  her  heart  to  see  sirius,  and  while  neither  of  them  had  quite  expected  to  meet  one  another’s  company,  narcissa  felt  it  was  a  nice  surprise,  nonetheless.  just  like  the  way  she  hadn’t  been  meant  to  see  andromeda  anymore,  she  had  also  been  told  to  shun  her  cousin.  that  didn’t  quite  stop  her  from  seeing  them,  however..  the  wizarding  world  of  london  was  only  so  big.  “i  can’t  say  that  i  smoke,”  she  shrugged,  voice  neutral  in  her  honesty  as  her  gaze  lingered  on  the  cigarette  pack  he’d  taken  from  his  pocket  before  moving  to  meet  his  eyes.

“but  you  have  to  know  that  those  things  are  going  to  kill  you  one  day,  right?”  with  anyone  else,  she  wouldn’t  have  thought  to  make  a  comment  on  how  he  shouldn’t  be  smoking,  but..  narcissa  felt  somewhat  protective  over  sirius,  especially  with  the  knowledge  of  the  company  that  would  be  joining  her  in  due  time.  her  sister  had  bothered  her  for  some  quality  time  spent  together,  and  while  she’d  made  excuses  all  day  for  the  ballet  classes  she  instructed,  there  was  no  escaping  a  night  out  with  bella.

even  though  her  limbs  were  tired  from  the  various  turns,  twists,  and  twirls,  cissa  would  be  sure  to  mask  her  fatigue  around  her  eldest  sister.  and  hopefully,  her  cousin  would  note  her  body  weight  leaning  against  the  wall  near  him  as  a  copy  of  his  own  stance  instead  of  a  sign  of  her  need  for  rest.

James was sitting in his favourite café just enjoying a nice cuppa when someone joined him and started talking about his career. It hadn’t been long that James was a starting Chaser for a professional team and he already got recognised, he couldn’t believe it. 

“I don’t know what make me love the sky so much, when you are out there you just feel like nothing can stop you.”

narcissa,  naturally  curious,  found  herself  taking  advantage  of  the  close  proximity  of  the  tables  to  observe  him;  some  fan  had  come  along  to  sit  with  him,  and  she  was  no  stranger  to  eavesdropping.  it  wasn’t  often  that  she  allowed  herself  to  give  in  to  expressions  that  would  give  away  her  true  emotions,  preferring  to  keep  them  locked  away  so  that  she  could  portray  whatever  she  wanted  her  conversational  partner  to  believe.  but  overhearing  his  words  made  her  let  out  an  unladlylike  snort,  glancing  up  from  her  coffee  to  note  that  she’d  caught  the  attention  of  the  two  at  the  table  next  to  her.

Escape || Gwen & (Open)

Location: Club in Muggle London 

The music pulsed through her, reverberating down to her bone marrow. The thin film of sweat that covered her body keeping her cool in the overpacked club. Her head was pleasantly spinning from the few drinks she had already thrown back. She loved letting herself get lost in the music and crowd, the noise loud enough to drive everything else from her mind. It was the only thing that even came close to reminding her of flying. As the music changed, one song bleeding into another, she started to push her way out of the crowd and toward the bar on the other side of the establishment. She always enjoyed herself when she went out in muggle London, less chance of people recognizing her or some two knut reporter trying to make a headline. She knew she was still relatively new to the team and didn’t let her ego take over completely but being named rookie of the year last year had put her name out there. She didn’t come out dancing to catch people’s attention (though she was not unaware of the eyes that lingers on her), she came out to lose herself for a few hours.

She was almost to the bar when she took in how crowded it was, and she was not in the mood to have to wait for a drink. Letting out a sigh she made her way to one of the exterior doors and found her way into an alley behind the club. She leaned against the cool brick as she slipped off her heels and let her feet rest on the cement. Pulling a metal case out of the hidden pockets in her skirt she flicked it open and pulled out the hand rolled splif and brought it to her lips. Flicking her eyes down the alley, making sure she was alone, she quickly pulled out her wand and muttered a quick “Incendio” brining the small flame up. The crackling of burning paper was music to her ears as she took a long drag, letting the smoke burn its way into her lungs. Letting out a satisfied sigh, the smoke spilling from her painted lips, she let herself sink to the ground and rest for a moment in the quiet. As she took another breath in, she let her eyes close, the night wrapping around her like a blanket.

She heard the footsteps approaching but didn’t have it in her to move or open her eyes. She listened as they drew closer and stopped. “Whatever it is you want, I don’t have it.” She bit out, “I would suggest you fuck off before I get annoyed.”

it  wasn’t  often  that  narcissa  would  wander  out  into  muggle  london,  so  familiar  with  the  magical  world  that  she  often  felt..  out  of  place,  or  uncomfortable  with  how  others  were  far  too  inclined  to  strike  up  random  conversation.  many  were  familiar  with  who  she  was  in  the  muggle  world  for  her  status  in  the  black  family,  and  to  narcissa’s  liking,  left  her  be.  she  didn’t  care  to  mingle  with  unimportant  people,  and  certainly  wasn’t  interested  in  spending  time  around  muggles.  they  weren’t  unimportant,  they  were..  meaningless,  really.  she’d  grown  up  believing  as  much,  and  she  really  hadn’t  spent  enough  time  around  others  that  could’ve  given  any  inclination  to  believe  any  different.

it  was  only  out  of  an  invitation  she  was  urged  not  to  decline  that  she  found  herself  in  muggle  london  at  some  club,  entertaining  the  company  of  a  group  of  friends  that  were  spending  the  entire  night  making  fun  of  the  muggles  around  them  and  getting  absolutely  sloshed.  narcissa  wasn’t  a  drinker,  though,  so  she  merely  watched,  entertained  by  the  way  that  her  holier  than  thou  acquaintances  mirrored  the  muggles  around  them.  her  attention  was  stolen  by  a  familiar  face  at  some  point  through  the  night,  recognizing  one  of  her  classmates  amongst  the  crowd,  and  curiosity  drove  the  cat  that  was  narcissa  black  to  follow  the  other  witch  out  into  the  alley.

Who:Remus & Open Where: London Magical Library Institute ​​​

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more than anything else, Remus was proud of the expansions that were happening within the library. The pebble tablets were an upgrade, but he was particularly looking forward to the advance search assistant that he’d been working on. It was finally in it’s final stages, and Remus knew that it would help narrow down not only specific works that patrons might not remember the full title of or might otherwise have difficulty tracking down, but also suggest other books tailored to each person. Both a map and a search engine, it had the capacity to locate and retrieve any book necessary for patrons that were busy and on the go. 

for those that still enjoyed the typical library experience though, Remus ensured that it would be as least disruptive as possible. He understood the need for ambience, having spent much time in the library purely because he enjoyed the atmosphere of it. He was busy pulling the books he needed for his latest research topic when he felt the presence of a person behind him. Remus turned his head, polite as ever, as he quietly asked, ‘ can I help you find anything in particular? ‘ 

narcissa  was  familiar  with  remus  as  a  friend  of  her  cousin  sirius,  and  in  true  black  family  nature,  her  parents  were  not  all  too  enthused  to  face  someone  who’d  taken  part  in  her  cousin’s  departure  from  their  family.  naturally,  they  would  send  narcissa  in  their  place,  just  as  they  had  sent  someone  else  previously  to  deliver  the  book  in  the  first  place.  she  was  familiar  with  him  from  their  time  just  a  few  years  apart  in  hogwarts,  being  introduced  by  her  younger  cousin,  but..  she’d  been  surprised  to  see  just  how  much  he’d  grown  in  the  time  apart.

Who: Narcissa & Nellie ​ Where: Ballet Studio @pointeblack​

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hair wrapped in a perfect bun, Nellie smoothed down her skirt as she made her way into the ballet studio. After the day she’d had, this was exactly what she needed. Decidedly, she spoke, ‘ merlin, play Stravinsky’s Firebird, ‘ and as the music started to flow, her feet started to move. Her body moved instinctively, and suddenly, the only discipline she needed to worry about was the rules of ballet. Everything that mattered narrowed down to the things in this studio, to the way her feet moved, to the way her arms were positioned, to the way she held her center, and the way she turned on a dime. 

the sound of the door opening should have phased her, and yet, it didn’t. Nellie knew there was likely only one other person that would be coming in at this time, and as she came out of the romberse, she was proven correct when her eyes caught sight of Narcissa. She gave the older woman a smile, warm and delighted as she continued on with her movements. When the first song of the suite came to an end, so did Nellie, and she gave a small curtsey as she turned to Cissa. 

‘ this is a pleasant surprise. I wasn’t sure anyone else would be here this late, but it’s nice to know I’m not the only one who enjoys a little pointe after a long day, ‘ she smiled. 

it  had  indeed  been  a  long  night.  the  manor  in  which  the  black  family  resided  in  had  held  company  tended  to  by  her  parents,  and  narcissa  took  her  first  chance  at  an  exit  when  she  saw  one.  there  were  only  so  many  times  that  she  could  nod  along  with  a  story  before  her  head  would  simply  roll  off  of  her  shoulders,  she  was  absolutely  certain,  and  she  hadn’t  been  to  the  studio  in  days.  even  one  day  away  felt  like  too  long,  but  she’d  been  so  busy  with  monotonous  family  duties  that  she  hadn’t  been  able  to  find  time  for  it.

there  were  very  few  that  narcissa  would  willingly  share  her  time  with,  and  penelope  rosier  would  happen  to  be  one  of  the  few  that  she  considered  worthy  of  the  title  friend.  if  it  had  been  anyone  else  when  she  arrived,  she  would’ve  chosen  another  studio  in  the  building;  there  were  only  a  few,  but  as  an  instructor  she  had  access  to  each  one.  but  she  would  stay  with  penelope,  if  only  for  a  short  while.  two  dancers  was  too  many  for  just  one  room,  if  they  were  planning  on  dancing,  but  she  could  at  least  visit  and  converse  for  a  bit.

it  was  enough  just  to  watch,  and  even  sport  a  small  upturn  of  her  lips  as  she  watched  her  dance.  sadly,  all  good  things  must  come  to  an  end,  but  she  gave  a  few  claps  of  her  hands  in  appreciation  when  the  song  came  to  a  stop.  “’lo,  nellie,”  narcissa  greeted,  pointe  shoes  dangling  from  her  other  hand  as  she  waved  in  answer  to  the  curtsy  she  was  given.

name: marlene mckinnon & open where: some over the top party.

Perfectly polished nails grasped at Marlene’s elbow the grip appeared loving to an outsider but in truth, it was to ensure that Adira had control over her daughter’s motions, moving around the room from person to person it was as if seeing double. Two pretty blondes with pinned back hair in a dress that had never been worn before this and would be shoved in a closet to never see the light of day again. Marlene could fake it with the best of them, a smile on her face as she took place in the small talk with her mother because she knew for experience it was the only way to leave this room with her arm in tact.

It didn’t take long but it felt as though Marlene had lost years when her dad had come up, a hand placed on Adira’s back before nodding his head, gesturing for Marlene to go while she could. Slipping out of her mother’s grasp was similar to trying to get your foot out of a bear trap but she did it with as much grace as she could muster. Moving as gracefully as one could in heels she moved to the bar off to the side of the room, ordering herself a glass of Firewhiskey, grasping the cool crystal as though she was using it as a life line. Green eyes fell on her parents, watching how her father had taken her place effortlessly and played nice beside her mother as though he was born for it. A small shake of her head as she looked away — having people that you loved was a dangerous thing in this day in age of war, it meant that people could be used against you.  “Tell me,” Marlene murmured to the person who was beside her at the bar. “How long is long enough at one of these before someone could slip out without too much of a fuss?”

the  youngest  of  the  black  sisters  had  been  seen  parading  around  the  room  almost  as  if  she  enjoyed  it,  and  anyone  who’d  thought  back  on  their  time  spent  in  her  vicinity  would  have  nothing  but  sweetness  to  spill  of  her  company. in  reality,  narcissa  only  had  to  spend  time  mingling  with  each  group  of  people;  with  a  laugh  here  and  a  nod  there,  it  was  nearly  too  easy  to  get  through  the  night  without  having  to  engage  in  conversation  with  any  of  these  people.

 cygnus  and  druella  had  sent  her  off  upon  arrival  to  do  what  she  does  best,  chin  held  high  and  nimble  fingers  ever  so  often  bringing  the  glass  containing  her  french  martini  to  meet  red  lips  as  she  ‘entertained’  the  masses. two  empty  glasses  later,  and  narcissa  found  herself  at  the  bar.

 when  spoken  to,  it  left  her  exhaling  in  a  sigh  when  it  registered  that  she’d  been  asked  a  question  and  would  actually  have  to  answer. tip  of  her  index  finger  twirled  the  small,  rectangular  napkin  in  place  on  the  counter  as  she  waited  for  her  drink,  and  a  perfectly  composed  expression  of  neutrality  met  marlene  mckinnon  at  her  side.