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3: What if I told you that you were pretty?

“Join the club.”

13: Could you go the rest of your life without smoking a cigarette?

“Probably.  I mean, I took it up during fifth year because I thought it made me look cool, but mum and dad didn’t like the smell of it, so I had to quit.  It wasn’t hard, and I really don’t have much of a desire to start it back up.”

23: Have you ever been to Paris?

“A few times.  But I prefer London much more.”

33: What do people call you?

“Obviously, I get a lot of James and Potter.  My mum also calls me Jamie from time to time.  My mates call me Prongs, and I have been described as a toerag once or twice.  Not entirely sure what that means, but it was a new one.  Others have called me the most attractive Marauder, God’s gift to quidditch, a menace to society... there’s a long list really.”

43: Have you ever regretted kissing someone?

“Definitely not.  Kissing’s fun and it doesn’t always have to mean something.  It doesn’t hurt anyone, so it’s usually a good time.”

🔥 a time my muse got caught doing something bad.

People always assumed that Narcissa was the “good” child, well as good as it gets in the Black family. It wasn’t per say as if she didn’t do bad things, it was more the fact that Narcissa was able to get away with it easier. For example, there was one time when an heirloom vase was broken the blame immediately when towards Bellatrix. When questioned about the incident after her older sister stated her innocence, Narcissa in a very innocent manner redirected their search, after all she wasn’t going to take the blame it might cost her the new earrings she’d asked of her father. 

“I saw that new maid lurking in the corridor.” she chirped, her doe eyes large and feigning innocence. The youngest Black wasn’t fond of her in the first place, so she didn’t bother putting the blame on her. Earlier that week she had washed her silk nightgown with the towels, but her mother wouldn’t hear her daughter’s pleas of letting her go. So instead she’d find another way of getting rid of her, and this was her chance. 

The young maid didn’t stand a chance, as she was booted out of the Manor in a matter of hours, Narcissa watching from the front door; her face in a gleeful smile. 

“That is the last time you lie to me Narcissa,” her father’s voiced rang from behind her. She jumped out of surprise and saw her father standing behind her, his face grim. “I know it was you who broke the vase, the maid snitched on you. At first I was furious at her for accusing you so I persuaded her to be more truthful, but it was her truth,.” 

“I’m sorry Father for lying to you, but she was indeed a dreadful maid.” Narcissa said, her eyes watering. 

“True, she’s gone just for the fact that she even dare to blame you. Also, she ruined my fifth favorite coat.”

“I’ll go buy you and even more glamours coat Father,” Narcissa said meekly, her lips parting into a small childlike smile, and her father nodded in response. 

“You always choose my best clothing, now Narcissa enter quickly the cold air is entering the manor.”

🧠 a time my muse thought about yours.

It was a lonely night in the Black Manor, her parent’s had left for the night for a formal dinner and wouldn’t arrive until early morning. Narcissa didn’t really mind being left behind, sometimes it was calming to have the manor to herself. As she walked the empty halls she reached a closet that housed all of her mother’s fur coats. Narcissa smiled as she recalled a fond memory she had as a child, brushing her hand at the mark made on the wall nearby. 

Her mother yelled at them for running, but children will be children. Her eldest sister had come over for Christmas for the first time since her enrollment in Hogwarts and had brought a friend as well. They were playing hide and seek, and Narcissa being an expert in her own home ran towards her mother’s coat closet. As she opened the door, Narcissa had found that her secret spot wasn’t so secret. 

“Shh,” Alecto said as she ushered the smaller girl inside. They sat quietly, giggling in secret. They heard Bellatrix, who was it, running through the halls yelling loudly trying to figure out where they’re hiding, but coming up empty handed which made the two girls laugh even harder. 

Suddenly the door swung up with such force that it marked the wall behind it. “Found you,” Bellatrix smirked with a grin. 

“Run,” Alecto said as she tackled Bellatrix, leaving room for the young girl to escape. Narcissa bolted, laughing the whole way.

HONESTLY HOUR

       “Depends.” He paused for a moment, rubbing the back of his neck in contemplation. For most people he could see how the decision would be difficult but it wasn’t, it was just dependent on what you were considering. “I mean Remus is the nnn-nicest, always has been. He’s the one I would come to if I had a problem I wanted to work through. He’s good about that, listening, I would reckon he’s the best at it out of the whole lot.” Though that was not Remus’s only redeeming quality, he had more than that. His only detriment in life had been the hand that life had dealt him.

        “If I wanted to talk about family and what that kkind of loneliness looks like it would be Sirius.” Peter did not often talk about his father, or lack thereof but if he were in the right mood Sirius was the only man to turn to. Remus understood in some ways but was reserved in his hate sometimes. Whereas Sirius was outspoken and bold. He handled nearly everything in the opposite way that Peter would think of. Where Peter saw a wall, Sirius saw a way to climb over, and often he needed that push. 

        Peter considered briefly the remaining Marauder. “If I wanted to get something done I would go to James. Like if I were to be bullied he’d be the first to spring into action. I mean, he’s even sort of done that with the war, must be all that Gryffindor in him.” Peter didn’t know what to quantify James as. Someone who had the ability to create family out of thin air was a miracle to poor Peter. Had he not encountered the Potter boy he probably would have sat at the end of the Gryffindor table, alone, just watching the people pass by. 

        “I s’pose they all have this moments. Although Remus I guess more than most. I feel like I’d want to say it’s Sirius, like I feel understood in a way I wouldn’t be otherwise, but in truth it’s probably Remus. He’s offered the most kindness.”

Honesty Hour

For a split second, his mind seemed to have an automatic answer. “The Marauders,” it was out of his mouth before he even had a second to think about it. Then, after a beat, a horrible feeling rose in his chest. Because it wasn’t just as simple as that. Because he had Lily, and Hestia, and Nimona, and Alastor, the rest of the order, and so many others that he cared about, who he adored, who he would never want to see come to any harm. To pick three people, out of all of them? It felt strange and ludicrous and like he was being a bad friend, a bad person for it.

But the Marauders… James, Sirius, Peter… They were his brothers. They were his best mates, the ones who’d been there since the beginning of first year. They were the ones who’d found out he was a werewolf first and hadn’t outed him. They were the boys who had turned into Animagi’s for him. Who’d gone through that whole process, just so he could have company and wouldn’t hurt himself, wouldn’t be alone. They’d never given up on him, they were the ones who’d kept him going when he felt like he couldn’t, who’d made him want to live.

They were his first true friends, and he couldn’t live without them. “The rest of the Marauders,” He repeated after a moment, eyes a little watery because he wanted to keep the rest of his friends safe as well, and the thought of not being able to do that tore him apart.

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