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shit,  but  mary  needed  a  party.  she  loved  her  dads,  but  spending  a  whole  summer  herding  sheep  &  picking  vegetables  got  so  utterly  monotonous  that  mary  was  sure  any  more  time  spent  there  &  her  brain  would  explode  with  boredom.  this  was  her  environment.  she  watched  the  poor  dancer  with  a  grin,  chugging  down  the  remnants  of  her  cup.  wiping  her  mouth,  she  said,  “  give  it  a  few  hours  on  avis  and  it’ll  blow  up.  ”  then  she  yelled  towards  the  dancing  machine,  doing  her  best  to  be  heard  over  the  music  :  “  you’re  a  star  !  do  a  backflip  !”

                            narcissa couldn’t help but giggle, she wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol, what mary had said or the strangers dancing who she was still recording. her laughter only increased when the other decided to egg them on, only for the girl to begin dancing even more aggressively. “oh boy, whoever they are they are surely going to hate this video tomorrow.” narcissa recorded for a few more seconds before hitting send and letting the wiztech do its thing. “i’m glad someone else could witness that first hand with me, that was insane,” she turned to smile to the other. 

        peter  hadn’t  been  paying  too  much  attention  to  what  was going  on  on  the  dance  floor,  preferring  to  keep  themselves  more  concerned  with  the  games  and  such  going  on.  when  they  heard  the  voice  next  to  them  it  took  a moment  to  focus  on  what  she  was  looking  at.  they’d  seen  enough  bad  dancing  over  the  years,  including  their  own,  to  stare  at  the  scene  nonplussed  and  still  confused.  “  not  very,  i  don’t  think,  ”  peter  answered  honestly,  squinting  at  the  dancing  figure.  “  it’s  not  the  best  two  step  that  i’ve  ever  seen,  but  i  don’t  think  it’s  the  worst  either.  ”

                            the brunette rolled her eyes at his response before she arched an eyebrow in his direction, mischievous eyes. “you are no fun, you know? but since you have been witness to such atrocities, then why don’t you go ahead and show me little peter.” she spoke as she moved her camera to focus on him. “never mind, not the best lighting.” she said uninterested as she put the device away before shrugging. “so tell me, do you usually bring this cheerful demeanor to all parties? or is this just cause you are mourning the loss of freedom at hogwarts.”  

        after  the  events  of  the  summer,  andromeda  had  pledged  to  themselves  to  put  on  a  mask,  maintain  the  frigid  façade  that  their  parents  wanted  for  them.  as  a  result,  they  had  distanced  themselves  slightly,  even  from  their  sisters,  and  it  was  made  that  much  clearer  with  the  impassive  look  that  she  shot  narcissa.  normally  her  playful  teasing  and  antics  would’ve  brought  a genuine  smile  to  their  face,  but  the  one  andie  presented  was  clearly  forced.  “  i’m not  tickled  by  fiewhiskey.  ”  not  anymore,  that  was.  “  how  many  cups  have  you  had  ?  ”

                        andromeda’s demeanor hurt her to the core, narcissa had always been the most sensitive of the black sisters, even if she refused to ever admit to such. she had for some unknown reason felt like she had to be the glue that kept the trio together, but after the eventful summer it felt like a mission impossible to accomplish, specially when the middle sister slipped away further and further with each passing day. like water in between her fingers. however she hide it well behind that smiled she had rehearsed all her life, the smile she usually saved for her parents and other adults now it was for andromeda as well. “pleanty, and possible not that many, but you already know how i can be.” alcohol and narcissa were best friends, mostly because you need not much of it to get her drunk. 

Whilst she wasn’t intending on getting overly drunk, Alecto really couldn’t resist a drink, even if the flowing alcohol that was being served was exactly the best quality. But she supposed not everyone had access to a wine cellar filled with expensive wines. This was Hogwarts after all, and that were students. Alecto supposed the wine wasn’t that bad. And it would do for tonight. It was certainly better than the punch that was being served seven floors down. She had to admit, she had been tempted to spike the punch. But, she was trying to be good. For one night anyway. Not that it would probably last long.

Spotting a familiar blonde head, the seventh year made her over to her. “Evening Narcissa.” She murmured with a small smile. “Enjoying yourself? The booze could be better, but I suppose for tonight it’ll do” @witchesbrcws​

                   narcissa had found solace in a corner table, all the socializing with those she knew and loved, as well as all the force interaction with those she hardly knew needless to add the ones she did not like at all. it had her entirely drained, the own skill she had acquire had made her much more sensitive to rooms full of people, nonetheless a room full of you adults with their emotions at an all time high. but she welcomed the company nonetheless, specially that of someone she knew.

“alecto, my dear, please join me.” she spoke as she twirled her cup, looking at the liquid dance inside. “see, the downside here it is we have been ruined by the good taste and money of our families, I mean there is people in this room whom actually find this appetizing for it is if not the only thing they know, truly the best thing they ever had.” 

the  familiarity  of  the  welcoming  cold  liquor  splashing  down  his  throat  brought  ease  to him  .  the  train  ride  back  to  hogwarts  seemed  longer  than  the  usual  (  definitely  had  to  do  with  the  fact  that  he  got  into  another  intense  argument  with  mr. lestrange  prior  to  that  )  .  at  least  he  was  far  away  from  mehmet  and  their  spleen  now  —  and  he  was  fortunate  enough  to  still  have  his  cell  phone  with  him  . “  not  as  fast  as  me  pulling  out  my  wand  and  hexing  him  into  oblivion  .  ”  he  almost  laughed  at  how  ridiculous  they  were  displaying  themselves  ,  but  irritation  was  soon  setting  on  his  brows  .  “  it’s  no  wonder  hogwarts  became  a  laughing  stock  ,  why  even  ilvermorny  are  more  poised  than  us  .  ”

                             there was a harshness to his words she felt on the top of her stomach, sure the dancing was bad and embarrassing at best, but hexing someone so freely was one of the many things she did not agree with her fellow pure blooded. however she nodded regardless for those were words she could share with anyone, not if she wanted to keep her image intact and her older sister off her back. “oh don’t be so mean, we also go here, we make up for something. something better than that foolish ilvermorny, starting with the fact that we are not in the ridiculous country of america and the land of endless online challenges those silly muggles come up with on the daily.” yes she was spending far too much time browsing, she was aware of it, and now so was rodolphus. 

Rita’s already recording the spectacle in front of her, making note of using it for future use. Her glee only increases by the voice of a fellow Slytherin who also finds the poor Gryffindor flailing in what they probably deem as dancing. “If their ‘moves’ go even wilder, I’ll bet ten galleons everyone will know who he is by the end of the night.” Her own drink is abandoned and now Rita’s full attention is focused at the other; what’s more interesting than a wizard making a fool of himself? Someone whose last name she actually knows. “How have you been, darling? You simply must tell me what you did during the break.”

                        narcissa notices quickly how their stand and the way they are recording, she shies away quickly from the similarity as she locks her iwiz-phone and tucks it in the back pocket of her jeans, giving the girl one of the signature sweet smiles she had perfected over the years. “the usual, visited the grand-parentals in turkey and the others in france, did a few other travels here and there, a whole lot of shopping of course. the foreign son was nice on my skin, i’m hoping to keep the tan for a few months at least, but here the sun is rare and far between.” she said with sadness. how about yourself? anything fun?” 

                  the usual cool calm and collected narcissa seemed to be diluted by the more dangerous looking one as alcohol set in her personality, there was a certain fire in her eyes, she seemed more outgoing and less, well, stuck up. the neon lights seemed to reflect off her cold eyes as she took yet another sip of her drink before a smile spread across her face. devilish and slightly naughty. she pulled out her iwiz-phone as she pointed towards the dance floor where some unfortunate soul was far too drunk and letting the courage tell them they could dance. “How fast do you think this can go viral?” She jested.

        THERE  WASN’T  ENOUGH  BOOZE  IN  the  world  for  andromeda  to  pretend  to  be  amused  by  what  was  going  on  around  them.  why  she’d  even  come  to  the  party  was  now  beyond  them,  other  than  a  lack  for  something  better  to  do  and  the  staunch  refusal  to  be  in  the  great  hall  for  any  longer  than  they  had  to  be.  “  booze  is  over  there,”  they  waved  a  hand  in  the  direction  of  the  cups  when  they  saw  someone  out  of  the  corner  of  their  eye.  “  might  want  to  grab  some  before  only  the  weak  stuff  is  left.   ”

OPEN  STARTER  /  room  of  requirement,  sept. 1st, 2021

                  her eyes had caught sight of her sister as she had been scanning the room, booze overtaking her as the minutes passed. she had one favorite game when alcohol was involved, and that was to drink until she was numb. this however did not stop her from approaching her sister with the somber expression and she fought the urge to roll her eyes at her. “i am aware of where the alcohol is located,” she said raising her cup in the air before taking a long sip, “you however don’t seem to be even tickled up by it, did you left your excitement in your other outfit or?” she teased.

starter  :  open  ! setting  :  the  room  of  requirement  !  date  :  september  first !

      the  anonymity  in  a  room  full  of  spiked  drinks  and  drunk  teenagers  was  a  comfort  of  sorts  to  a  girl  who  didn’t  know  who  she  was  .  she  knew  she  wasn’t  happy  ,  not  an  entirely  uncommon  state  for  her  to  be  in  .  but  what  she  did  find  ,  though  ,  was  that  she  wasn’t  unhappy  ,  either  .  balancing  on  a  tightrope  of  simply  being  -  one  she’d  found  herself  floundering  on  the  center  of  often  enough  -  leaves  a  salty  taste  in  her  mouth  ,  a  taste  that  brings  her  back  to  her  four  poster  bed  at  home  on  a  sticky  summers  night  ,  wet  cheeks  and  eyes  that  are  too  dark  to  sleep  when  closed  but  too  heavy  to  keep  open  .  she’s  biting  the  inside  of  her  cheek  ,  and  she  swears  she  can  feel  that  august  heat  in  the  flesh  between  her  teeth  by  the  time  she  reaches  the  drinks  table  ,  hand  carelessly  holding  out  her  cup  coated  with  cheap  beer  foam  at  the  bottom  ,  chin  nudging  in  acknowledgment  .  ‘  you’ve  got  your  own  cup  ?  good  .  now  you  can  fill  mine  ,  too  .  ’

                   narcissa was like a butterfly in a field of flowers, social events had always been her thing since she was a younger girl. weather it was something entirely natural of hers or if it was a quality she had been installed in her by her mother was entirely unknown after all she had been raised to be the perfect trophy of a daughter to be paraded among everyone, the lines had blurred out by now. however weather it was one thing or the next, the smile on her face was not something forced on her, not this time anyways, she was truly enjoying herself and of course the spiked drinks had a lot to do with it. she had been midway filling her cup for the third time, the buss was already taking over her personality, the word of the other girl barely registered at first. one eyebrow raised above icy blue eyes as she turned to her, “you know you can catch more bees with honey? and if not then now you know, for next time, this time is a no.” She brought her cup to her lips once she had the liquid of the night back into her cup. 

╰  welcome back to hogwarts NARCISSA NERGIS BLACK ! you’re a SIXTH year from SLYTHERIN, right ? i’ve got your school file right here. it says you’re a TWENTY-ONE year old PURE BLOOD, is that correct ? this file even has a personality entry, saying you’re CLEVER & BEWITCHING as well as MANIPULATIVE & INSECURE. is that why you’ve chosen to REMAIN NEUTRAL ? would you look at that ! it says here other students also describe you as : long fingers perfectly manicured, locks of caramel tresses brushed without a hair out of line adorned with a black bow, natural graceful movements, devilish blue eyes. how interesting. oh well, see you in class !