❝ . ᛟ ᚨ . ₅₃₇ → ❛ why did you say that about me? ❜ ( From Cissa ) → @neeblck
THE FIFTH YEAR LOOKED AT HER, grey eyes taking in her black and blond hair and feeling his heart flutter. His crush on Narcissa Black was getting out of hand, and Lucius knew it wouldn't end up well. His father was looking for potential brides and had never mentioned any of the Black sisters, thus he knew they weren't on the list. Why? Lucius was not entirely sure, but the voice in his mind hoped his father would see the light and maybe decide to pair him with the pretty fourth year student. ❛ Because it is true, is it not? ❜ he replied nonchalantly, running a hand through his long white hair, trying to keep himself looking cool and regal and unbothered by her presence. Despite the fact that his heart was beating like a drum in his chest and he was fighting with every inch of his being not to blush.
❛ You are the princess of your household, ❜ he explained, leaning back against the wall, hoping the cold would take his attention off of how close Narcissa was. ❛ When people think of your family, they hardly think of your sisters, it is you that comes to their minds. ❜ It surprised him that she seemed to be unaware of that fact. ❛ You can't tell me you have not realised that some of the first years have taken to calling you 'the Black princess'? ❜
