#thread;narcissa

[bellatrix-lestrxnge]

Gift/starter for: Narcissa & Lucius Malfoy @nvrcissasm @luciusmalfoyx @xrodolphusxlestrangex Delivered by house elf the day after Draco was born: an antique copy of The Tales of Beedle the Bard, its enchantments adapted and enhanced by all the Lestranges. Each page includes moving visuals, music and atmospheric effects, which activate as the stories are read aloud. The book is accompanied by a set of cursed figurines, which will prevent anyone unwanted from entering the room where they're placed.

Dear Narcissa and Lucius,

Congratulations on the birth of your son. He has been born into two great families. This is his gift from ours to yours, Lestranges to Malfoys. We will protect him as our own.

Cissa, I suggest you don't let our mother into the room when the figurines are visible. She's unwanted in any space she enters, after all. She'd probably end up quite dead.

Love,

Bellatrix & Rodolphus, Alecto & Rabastan.

[bellatrix-lestrxnge]

Watching Narcissa with that god awful pumpkin juice, Bellatrix also knew better than to make a witty comment. She's would do nothing to dampen her sister's happy news. She was certain that Narcissa would be a good mother. Better than theirs in any case, and far better than Bellatrix could ever be, should she become unfortunate enough to procreate. Perish the thought. But Narcissa knew her duty and could love conventionally. The child would be wanted and instilled with the correct values, of that much Bellatrix was certain.

"Not even done through spite?" Inclining her head, Bellatrix considered this and smiled slyly. "Why, sister, total disregard might be even crueller. You know how she hates to be forgotten. Didn't know you had it in you." She did. Leaning back, she sat with her glass balanced casually on the arm of her chair and appeared very much at home. Then at Narcissa's next revelation, her casual expression became sharper, like a hungry cat presented with a rich dish of cream. "Looks like I'll be at Black Manor for breakfast on Monday. What an excellent way to start my week. We should meet for lunch that afternoon. I can give you all the details and oh, how we'll laugh."

End.

Narcissa smiled as she regarded her sister. It was rare to witness any kind of softness to Bellatrix, and while she knew better than to make any kind of comment on the occurrence, she was grateful to be one of the very few capable of bringing such a side out of her. It reminded the blonde that while she may not always understand Bellatrix's thought process or choice of actions, her sister did always mean well in her own way.

"Thank you Bella, that means a lot." Narcissa nodded, reaching out for her pumpkin juice and taking a sip. It was inconvenient to say the least that she couldn't celebrate her news properly with a drink, but she had no doubt that Bellatrix could drink for the pair of them. She chuckled. "I wish I could say that it was intentionally done to spite her, but you know what, it's about time she doesn't get the chance to take someone else's news and make it all about herself for a change." Her wedding had been bad enough when that had been announced to the press like it was Druella's greatest achievement. "It should be published in the Prophet on Monday morning. I'm half tempted to heavily encourage you to pop by for breakfast with them that day, just so you can tell me all about how she reacted." She laughed. Of course it was something that she knew she'd never hear the end of once they news reached the Black Manor, but her mother's displeasure was something all of them were fairly used to after years of being subject to it, so this would just be the next thing she'd hold a grudge over. At least this time she wasn't a child, or living under her parents roof so she could simply steer clear of the Black matriarch until she was ready to calm down.

[fcrox]

who: @nvrcissasm where: outside the fountain of fair fortune pub when: a sunny afternoon

It appeared the sun had finally won its battle with the cloudy sky, casting the entire area in a soft spring glow. Flowers were blooming, and for some reason everyone’s mood seemed just a little better than the last few weeks. Perhaps the gloom of winter had been stashed away for another few months at last. Rita was enjoying the sun, happy to bathe in it and for once not paying the least bit of attention to her surroundings. For once the people could walk without the witch bothering to listen to whatever idle chatter, they felt the need to broadcast to ears they never expected to listen.

Finally, she spotted the blonde the journalist had been waiting for. Not that she was a journalist in this instance, no. Just a friend glad to see another friend. “Look at you. You’re glowing. Practically. Anymore and one might actually consider you a light.” It was a compliment, given because it was deserved. Rita got up and moved toward the other, for once pulling out a chair. “Come join me? I wasn’t sure if I should order anything specific for you.”

[impcrios]

@enchantmecnts

narcissa had spent her time mingling but she was growing tired of it, especially if they mentioned their recent engagement to lucius malfoy. they would never say a bad word about them, but it didn't mean that she was happy either. when she had time for herself she had gone to the drinks hoping to get a glass of champagne before seeing andromeda. it pained them either way. "hello," she says quietly. "how are you?"

[xantoninxdolohovx]

Who: @fcrox Clara Ivanova Where: Malfoy x Black Wedding Reception

Antonin was heading back to his table when he saw a woman who seemed somewhat familiar, it took him a second but he realized where he had seen her. "Clara Ivanova? Your team cost me quite a few galleons. A pity that I couldn't see your last match play out, maybe they'll reschedule. It's invigorating to see athletes at the top of their field squaring off, any tips for how I should bet on your next match?"

[r-lestrxnge]

Permitting the contact, as brief as it was, Rabastan watched Narcissa coolly observe their surroundings. There were not many that he would consider friends, but the woman had risen to that level through sheer force of similarity. She was a kindred spirit, her energy in line with his own, and the quality of her blood and her actions of equal merit. It was not for him to dwell on the matter, but he did hope she would be content with Lucius. Narcissa deserved to be happy.

"Good," he responded, with the same casual jest. "I would hate to be in your bad books." At her invitation, he faintly laughed and arched an eyebrow. "As much as I would prefer a decent meal with you, Narcissa, I will not impose on your time with Lucius. I do not intend to be a third wheel." He paused, his tone shifting by a slight measure as he continued. "Besides, I am here with my parents and will not abandon them." They had decided to attend together as a family united, despite Rodolphus's absence. So Rabastan would keep his word and would do precisely as designed.

Narcissa often felt like she had spent the majority of her life with a very specific circle of people. That circle had grown a little smaller since the war, with some of those members of the circle finding themselves in Azkaban or dead, and others dead to her. She had never enjoyed spending time amongst the common people. Narcissa had been raised as a Pureblood daughter of the House of Black and nothing could ever change her. She didn't want to change.

A smile formed on her lips when she spotted Rabastan standing there. If Lucius was running late then she was glad to see Rabastan. He was a friend, and lately, Narcissa felt like she didn't have very many of those. She still often felt the loss of Rodolphus, locked in Azkaban, but she didn't like to think of things like that.

"Rabastan," Narcissa greeted, leaning over to kiss him on the cheek. "I will excuse that comment for now," she teased him lightly. She sighed and glanced around. "You think? I'm not convinced. I have half a mind to convince Lucius to apparate somewhere else for dinner. I'm not sure that this will do. If we do go, you should come."

[curreres]

who: aiko and narcissa / @backmaskcd

where: aiko's apartment

nothing serious is exactly what aiko needs -- and she'd been so relieved when she found someone with a similar mindset to her. they had a good thing going, a great thing, actually, and aiko knew she didn't want to do anything to risk that. she'd just finished sitting up and tugging a shirt over her head when she throws a glance behind her at narcissa. "i'm starving. are you hungry?"

this was uncharted territory, but she reasoned it really wasn't a big deal. just two people sharing a meal.

[bcckmcskcd]

closed starter for @travelingreportersam location: the sasquatch

"I wish I could repel in," Narcissa sighed, leaning on her palm. "I mean, someone has to find out what's at the bottom, right? If only I'd thought to travel with my rock climbing gear - thought I guess that's what hindsight does, huh?" Her attention swiveled over to Sam. "What kind of theories have you gathered?"

[bcrtiesjr]

as he stood at the bar, waiting for his glass to be replenished, his gaze swept casually across the room. it wasn’t long before it landed on a familiar face, one he noted appeared to be without company. he could be mistaken, naturally, but there was no harm in making his way over to say a quick hello. once he had his drink in hand, he casually requested a glass of champagne, which was promptly served to him. " you look far too sober, cissy. can’t have that, " he said with a cheerful tone, amplified by the firewhiskey he'd consumed. though he wasn’t quite drunk, the firewhisky had loosened his tongue enough to be noticeable. with a casual flick of his wrist, he handed her the extra glass of champagne he’d ordered. " did you happen to see reg? he was just with me, but— " he trailed off, having lost him in the crowd. either way, he preferred the other wizard to see him talking to his cousin rather than anyone else. he wouldn’t want to fuel regulus' imagination into thinking anything untoward. " and you came alone, then? " he asked, taking a small sip from the glass he held in his right hand.

ft. 𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐀 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 ( @impcrios ) 📍ST. MUNGO'S HOSPITAL

[oflowtides]

open starter for @nottinghillstarters location: hammond's pub

"I've heard pretty good things about this upcoming band," Narcissa glanced over at the stage as the group was setting up. "I guess they perform a lot around here - have you ever seen them play?"

[lemonadecabaret]

🍋 OPEN NARCISSA STARTER

OPEN TO : m / nb PROMPT : based on THIS. maybe your muse and narcissa have been messing around in secret for a while but never really crossed that physical boundary yet. can be set in her actual hp verse or just modern normal. CONNECTION : tab*o, stepc*st, fiance's family member, fiance's best friend, someone she hates but the chemistry always has them like this, family member's significant other / friend, etc.

"No." The blonde's breaths are stuttered - trembling - as she straddles their lap, porcelain thighs split apart with the hem of her expensive dress bunched hopelessly around her waist. Each slice of their length through her plush, dripping folds is both torture and bliss — each synapse in her body tightly wound and begging for release, begging to finally just give in. "We - we can't," she whimpers and whines at the way their tip catches against her. Her pert nose and chiseled cheeks are flush with uncharacteristic color, glacial eyes darkened with desire. Normally she was a better thinker than this; her survival instincts were stronger.

[bellatrix-lestrxnge]

Starter for: Narcissa Malfoy @nvrcissasm Where: a village close to the Cliffs of Moher, Ireland When: afternoon

Bellatrix did not give up. It was not in her DNA, though even she had to admit that her failure to locate Regulus was becoming worrying. Truth be told, she was reaching her limit, uncertain where else to search and who else to interrogate. She'd even been tempted to pay Andromeda a visit, such was her increasing level of desperation. But she was not yet at that much of a low.

Frank Longbottom had told her Regulus had been seen by the Cliffs of Moher in Ireland. Putting that together with Severus's snippet about some cave or other, she'd set her mind to visiting the area. They'd holidayed here as a family in their childhood, so she concluded there was a chance that Regulus had grasped for the location as familiar territory - though why he'd be so sentimental, she had no idea. It did not bode well, and she did not wish to consider it.

Currently, she and Narcissa were stepping through the village, heeding cobblestones and finding themselves struck by the fact that not much had changed in the last fifteen years or so. At least, not much had changed in the surroundings. Their family, on the other hand, had taken hit after hit. It was now just the two of them, whereas five children had run riot through these winding streets the last time they'd been here. It was not a cold day, yet Bellatrix felt a chill in the air and reached for her sister's hand - to steady her in her pregnant state, of course. She would not be so weak as to require emotional security. She would not.

"Are you alright, Cissy?" Twisting their fingers together, she looked sideways and smiled. "If the walk is too much, we can turn back. The cliffs are not far."

Not that she would let Narcissa anywhere near the edge. She'd been open about why she wanted to visit. But she also wanted to give Cissa a break from Malfoy Manor and the chance to be involved with this search. They'd agreed she'd stay out of it, but this wouldn't hurt and perhaps the fresh sea air would do them both some good.

[bellatrix-lestrxnge]

Bellatrix tried not to take Narcissa's words as an accusation, yet she snapped her eyes sideways, a frown creasing her forehead. Her guilt for Cissa's fate still rang true and pure, despite the years that had passed and the fact that it was truly not her fault that their idiot mother wanted to punish her youngest daughter for her eldest's lacking compliance. She smiled tightly, attempting to disregard her swelling discomfort. It was a noble effort, for a noble daughter. The undesirable emotion was replaced rapidly by indecorous over-concern, displaced onto their cousin instead. It shifted like everything in Bellatrix's life, savagely and without mercy.

"I do not like to be passive," she stated pointedly. Her tone had harshened to a slice, the words cutting across her brightly painted lips. She was not frustrated by Narcissa. She was impatient with Regulus, driven to her wits' end by his stubborn pride. She did not fear. But for him, she could not quell her anxiety. She would die for the stupid wretch and he would not even be grateful for her sacrifice. Turning back to stare into the night, she sighed with dramatic finality and stood up. She'd had quite enough.

"Goodbye, my darling. I want to find Leta, then I'm going to Diagon Alley." Leaning down, she pressed a kiss to Narcissa's cheek, then left her alone on the balcony, returning inside to find Leta Rosier.

End.

Whether she agreed with her methods or not, and in this case she didn't particularly, Narcissa was happy that her sister was able to find some way or another to keep herself entertained. Yes, it may have been at the expense of another, but the man wasn't exactly someone who fully didn't deserve it. "Alarmed is a reasonable response, I'd say." She replied with a brief chuckle. "And by all means, you do whatever it is you've got to do to get through the evening." With any hope she'd be able to find Lucius before long and slip out with minimal notice. There was only so much of other company she could handle as of late.

She couldn't fault her sister for being concerned for Regulus, when she herself had concerns of her own for the younger wizard. "He's not the only one on a path that shouldn't have been his to walk." She mused as she smoothed out the skirts of her dress. Yes their circumstances may have been widely different, but she'd always shared an understanding with her cousin. Both of them had a weight on their shoulders and she did worry for him. "All you can do is be there to offer support and guidance, should he wish to accept it." She nodded. "Imposing it upon him will only lead to resistance. It's tough, but the choice has to be his."

[likesunsh1ne]

               '      i   wonder   if   that   fae   is   okay      .      '      narcissa   is   wondering   out   loud      ,      not   really   concerned   but   instead   amused   at   her   own   actions   towards   a   fae   that   had   put   their   hands   on   Cardan   with   the   intent   of      flirting      .      '      it's   quite   peculiar   how   that   happened      ,      it's   like   her   hand   caught   on   fire   with   no   warning      .      '      she's   looking   at   her   own   hand   as   she   is   lounging   on   his   bed      ,      humming   before   rolling   to   her   back      &      stretching      .

       '      poor   thing      .      '

@forwardlion / cardan greenbriar xx

[fcrox]

who: @nvrcissasm where: flourish & blotts, diagon alley when: afternoon

It had been a few months since the witch had last come face to face with Narcissa. First the wedding, then the little meeting in Hogsmeade. Estelle very much appreciated the older witch, despite them being much closer in age than some of the ones she found herself surrounded by at times. It was a sunny spring afternoon when she spotted the other in Flourish & Blotts, having come to pick up a few books on languages. “Narcissa. It’s good to see you! It’s been a while.” She smiled, genuinely finding herself with a need to show the respect that was due. Some people simply seemed to have that aura. “I do hope you’ve been well?”

Idle chatter, yet Estelle held the other in high esteem. It was a polite way to check up, considering herself acquaintances without wanting to assume too much. The witch was very much curious.

[impcrios]

@nobelandloved

"thank salazar, it's good to see you again. i tried finding you at samhain but then we know what happened," she said with a laugh and eye roll, pulling her close. "i know work must be busy as well, and no one wants to go out anymore but i'm glad we could stroll diagon in peace." they let her go and start walking. "is there anywhere in particular that you wanted to visit? or shall we grab something to eat first?" it had been a while since they last seen each other and narcissa was craving some quality time with elowen. the level of unrest was definitely felt, but never for them.