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Character:Â Narcissa Black
Purpose:Â Application para sample
Summary:Â Narcissa confronts Andromeda about her betrayal
Word Count:Â 1,818
sample 001 | pour a little salt, we were never here
and I told you to be patient and I told you to be fine and I told you to be balanced and I told you to be kind
To say that war was easy would be a lie, it was harsh and cold, a battlefield filled with bodies and blood that never deserved to be killed. Perhaps as a young teenager Sirius thought that it would be simple, that fighting for his beliefs would be so easy and quick, that people he knew wouldnât be gone in the blink of an eye. Their only memory preserved in a photograph, smiling and unaware of what was going to happen to them. Sirius clenched his jaw, it had been so long since heâd looked at that photo, of all of them. The oneâs who had survived were easily out numbered by the ones who were lost and it was hard for him to recall a time when he didnât feel guilty. Guilty for all of it even though he knew it was impossible for him to be so. He could recall it though, all of it, the girls sitting in the common room and she would be just as snappy as ever, rolling her eyes and sharp tongued. The good perished and he was left, it didnât seem far. Heâd have rather it was him, if it had been so much more could have been prevented. The photo was wrinkled along the edges, frayed from years of being passed from hand to hand and being tucked into books and pockets. How many people had done the same as him? Sat and remembered every detail? He doubted it was anyone left in the Order, for they hadnât been there. Moony, yes, but he hadnât been with her like he had - he kept his nose pressed in books while they had carelessly teased each other as they always had. He hadnât been there whenever Sirius would chuck a bludger jokingly at her during quidditch practice. He could hear someone walking outside his door, most likely Molly, trying to round up the kids for dinner and soon enough he knew she would knock on his door but she always waited. Left him for last. He was always left for last, wasnât he? Last to act on feelings, last to say goodbye. He never had said goodbye to her, refusing to go to her grave in denial no matter how much Prongs had begged him to and then it all fell like dominos and suddenly, she wasnât the only one gone. She had haunted him in Azkaban, in one of the best ways possible, she was bright eyed and fresh as she had always been in Hogwarts, not worn like she had started to get towards the end. They all had gotten worn down, it wasnât easy what they had been doing, what he was still doing. He wondered if she was happy where she was, she must be. She was probably with Lily and together they were having a right time annoying James. Probably, she still refused to compliment him and Sirius couldnât stop the chuckle that left him at that. Merlin, had she been a pain in the arse. And he had let her know that. Amidst throwing chocolate frogs at her and even once turning her hair blue for a day, it was a friendship he hadnât exactly been used to. He tended not to be friends with the girls, at least, not when he was younger. But he had always been friends with her. He never really thanked James for introducing them, then again he had never thanked a lot of people for a lot of things. Memories of begging her to snog him after they got off the train, just to infuriate his mother and father, and memories of trying to get into her pants every year with little to no success. The first time he saw her, he could still remember it, and he never thought it would end like it had. He refolded the photographs, tucking into his breast pocket before standing up, he hated this home and this house, the memories that stayed within it. Days hoping to go back and see his friends, to see James and Remus and Peter. And her. He wasnât even thinking when it happened, but suddenly he found himself in Godricâs Hollow and he was shaking off the slight unease that came from apparating. Her grave was there, name in a scrawl that could never match the life she had always had. And he pressed his fingers to it, not caring if he was seen. He hoped this war was over soon, faster than the last one because he couldnât grow up knowing that Harry would feel the same hurt as his father or as him, seeing his friends disappear around them. Friends that he never pursued relationships with or friends that had always said the wrong things. Or even a friend like her, who always managed to make him laugh and who managed to calm him from lunging at his cousin with her poisonous words, whose laugh would ring in your ears. For the first time in a long time he hunched himself over, a silent sob tearing through him. She was one of the oneâs the world wasnât supposed to lose and yet here was a slab of stone telling him those very words. His fingers were far more worn then they would have been then, eyes more wrinkled, his entire body wrecked from twelve years of hell and yet he could hear her in his head, telling him how much he looked like shite. Of how now they definitely would never be sharing chocolate, at least not until he cleaned up some. A small laugh choked through the heaving of his breath before he stood up, placing both his hands on the stone. A part of him was tempted to brush away the vines that had started to creep up on the back of it and yet, he couldnât. Because if she couldnât have been in this world, then something around her would have life, even if they were just plants. Sirius dragged a hand across the heavy stone a last time before he finally opened his mouth and soft words came out, âGoodbye, Marley.â It was all he could get out before he pulled away, slipping his hand into his pocket. But he knew one thing, he was going to give them hell for her, for all of them. He needed to.
in the morning Iâll be with you but it will be a different kind cause Iâll be holding all the tickets and youâll be owning all the fines