Date: Sunday February 11, 2018 Location: Ministry of Magic Atrium
Almost everything Narcissa Black did was for show, a way of keeping up her public image. She was a social butterfly, juggling various obligations with seeming ease: the epitome of a Pureblood daughter. It was just as much for something to do as it was for image, though, that had Narcissa sitting at a table with a large gift basket on it in the Atrium of the Ministry. It had been easy enough to get permission. She batted her eyelashes, smiled, and said the Blacks would be ever so grateful, and she was in. If her parents asked, it was because she was putting on a show, making their family name look good. For Narcissa it was something to do.
Everyone around her seemed to be in turmoil lately. They were all choosing sides. Narcissa had not even been asked to yet. She wasn’t sure whether it was because no one wanted her, or they were simply unconcerned with the youngest Black daughter. Perhaps they assumed they already knew her loyalties. Narcissa couldn’t say they were wrong, but her lack of purpose led to a sense of limbo. She did not have the fiery resolve of her oldest sister, nor the courage to make her own way like Andromeda. So Narcissa was doing one of the things she did best: sitting there and looking pretty.
“Did you want to enter the raffle for the gift basket?” she asked, smiling winningly at the wizard who had stopped to take a look. She caught the gaze of a witch walking by and smiled at her too. “All the proceeds go to helping with the cost of rebuilding the Hog’s Head.” It was a logical thing to do, a gesture of goodwill. It would make people think kindly of Narcissa, and by extension, her family.














