Narcissa Black || 6th Year || proud Slytherin || prefect || pure-blood || kind to few, regal to all
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edgar, of course, was not paying attention as walked down the long corridors writing down what he needed to do for the day in his journal. he had already unpacked for the most part and was avoiding most people surprisingly but when he heard the familiar voice he looked up peering up at her, his fluff of hair bouncing with every movement he made. “ah, princess naricssa black, it’s good to see you again.” he said with a devilish smile on his face as he closed his journal and put his hands down to his side. “still bitter as ever i see? nothing has seemed to change with you.” he said teasingly. “have you moved in easily? you should be used to everything by now. how was your break?” he asked curiously genuinely wanting to know because well, she was a friend of his and he liked to know what his friends were up to.
cissa looked around herself instantly when edgar started talking to her in his usual friendly tone. she always had to be cautious about whom she was seen with around school, everything tended to get reported back to her mother. while edgar was a friend she cherished, he wasn’t someone her parents would appreciate hanging around her. she had to resist the urge to roll her eyes when he called her ‘princess’. when most others around school did the same, she understood it to be an insult but wore the label with pride regardless. from edgar, she knew it was him harmlessly poking fun. “not yet, i was getting the first years settled.” she didn’t want to appear so insincere as to not acknowledge him in public, so she settled for giving short, curt replies instead. “the south of france was lovely as ever.”
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regulus rarely ever ran into anyone as he made it his goal to stay at least an arm distance from any human being. “now cissa i believe we both now that this was not solely my fault.” placing the book he was looking at into his satchel.” he teased at his friend. she was one of the few people that truly knew him and one of the few that he enjoys to be around. “a knut for your thoughts.” he said paying off an old muggle saying he heard some ravenclaw say.
a smile spread on cissa’s face when she saw regulus. “not solely, yes. but majorly.” she joked, eyeing the book her cousin kept away. her eyebrows knitted at his use of the odd phrasing. “sorry?” she asked, confused. “are you asking me....what i was thinking?” she said, remembering edgar explaining the muggle slang to her long ago. “first day back, you know how it is. on top of the usual chaos, it’s also my first day of being a prefect. and herding first years around, harder than it looks.”
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looking up from her breakfast, she asked her friend in the very language she had been talking to herself in “quel est le problème?” in a concerned voice. “tu n'aimes pas tes cours cette année?” she further inquired when she identified the paper in front of her as a time table for the year. narcissa herself, being a fifth year, wasn’t allowed as much freedom with her subject choices as she would have liked but she consoled herself with the the thought that next year she would be able to, thanks to her perfect grades.
jenevieve looked down at her times table in frustration. she wanted double potion along with double herbology, but no she got double transfiguration instead. she passed with flying colors last year so it should of been easy for her to get the classes she wanted. “stupide vieille école et leurs classes stupides.” she huffed out in her native lanauge. her passion was potions and wanting to be a potion master meant she needed herbology and potions. “slughorn sera furieux”
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“get back here!” cissa said as he attempted to brush the injury off and leave. her hand reached out to his face as she tried to get a better look. “sit very, very still.” she took her wand out as she rehearsed the spell in her head. “this might pinch...just a little...” with a wave of her wand, the swollen eye was instantly looking better. she smiled at the hufflepuff, pleased with herself. “there you go. next time, be a little more careful as you try to show off to little kids. and don’t deny it, you were absolutely trying to be the hero to them. you didn’t need to be all dramatic, could have just hexed the other guy if you wanted to save them so bad. you got what you were begging for.” she told him with a disapproving shake of her head.
“okay before you get your knickers in a twist— i have a good excuse.” he said groaning slightly as he sat across the table from the other knowing very well that he could just use magic to heal the injury on his face but he never trusted himself with that shit and instead put a cold can up to his eye. “this seventh year was trying to pick a fight with a first year and i told him to pick on someone his own size, so he decided to punch me in the face instead.” he said finally looking up realizing that the person across from him was definitely not who he thought it was and he blinked a few times. “uh– i mean, nevermind i’ll just get going now. you can ignore everything i just said.” he muttered awkwardly getting up from the table desperately hoping he didn’t interrupt anything.
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Narcissa’s heels made a loud CLICK sound against the stone as she walked towards the entrance of the castle. she had been performing her duties as a prefect by helping the younger slytherins settle in. she had forgotten her suitcase outside because of the chaos around her and she was headed to retrieve it. move-in day always made her a little sad. she liked her home, her home made her feel safe & loved. each year, she missed her own room on the first night back. her room with the beautiful sequenced pillows and a closet as big as her entire dorm at school. but hogwarts gave her more freedom compared to her house, and she liked needed that. when someone almost ran into her, she knew it was partially her fault since she was trying to rush and wasn’t paying attention ahead. STILL, she looked back at the person and sharply said “Watch it!”, with a pissed look on her face.
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WOW guess who fell asleep just as we opened for plotting asdfghjk HEYOO!! i’m R and i will be playing the painfully elegant narcissa and the absolute dork that is james!! below the cut is a little bit abt hogwart’s princess. like this and i’ll mssg you for plotting !
wait a second, is that HER, the PUREBLOOD sorted into SLYTHERIN house? their name is NARCISSA BLACK but they share a startling likeness with SOFIA CARSON. in their FIFTH year, they’re known as the PRINCESS, probably because they are CLASSY but ARROGANT. i wonder what side they’ll end up on at the end.
TW: EMOTIONAL ABUSE
Narcissa Ophelia Black is the youngest Black sister and easily the most spoilt, Narcissa has always been the apple of her parents eye.
The fact that her sisters were named after stars, heavenly bodies that go through hardships for millions of years to form, whereas she was named after a delicate flower…tells you straight away that she stood out from her sisters.
Cissa’s mother was determined to create Cissa in her own imagine, the perfect pureblood young lady. she made her learn French and Italian, she’s been taking ballet lessons since she was a kid, every article of clothing she ever wears is scrutinized by her mother. she was definitely emotionally abused by her, but will never ever talk about that to anyone. i think it’d be pretty well-known in the pureblood society, but no one will be able to dare ask or say anything to her.
Cissa had been looking forward to going to hogwarts because she thought once she was far away, her mother would not be able to control her life anymore. this didn’t exactly work out and her mother is still pulling many strings in her life.
People outside of her family knew her as the quiet Black sister. She never voices her opinion on anything too loudly, and never at all when she isn’t around her closest friends.
She knows that most people think they know exactly the kind of person she is: a quiet, narcissistic, spoilt brat. She will the first one to admit that she’s all of those things, but also so much more.
She’s powerful, but quietly so. she doesn’t actively show dominance, she commands respect in little ways. She asserts her authority openly only when necessary. she is perfectly content to let others feel they are in control, all the while pulling the strings
Highly manipulative, she uses her femininity to manipulate. She lets others think that she’s the weak link of the family, the little sister that must be protected because hey, underestimation is always an advantage.
Incredibly observant. She notices everyone and everything around her, she’s good at deciphering people. Then uses this knowledge to her advantage.
She’s a kind, protective and caring person. She only shows this side to few, but she is. ( the circle of people she shows this side to became much smaller after the first war (basically only included Lucius and Draco) but rn it’s big enough.)
She’s been brought up to believe in the superiority of pure-bloods, encouraged since she was a child to treat those of ‘dirty’ blood as her inferiors. But Cissa is an intelligent person, and she knows that rationally if two people have the same amount of magical ability then there should be no concept of inferior and superior. she has these rational thoughts on the back of her mind sometimes. But rationality isn’t something you’ll find a lot of in the Black household. her parents might dote on her and love her to the moon & back but she knows that the things she speaks of would be considered treasonous.
while I don’t think blood purity really matters to her, loyalty does. She’s not loyal to any cause, only to people HER people, her family. If her family has decided to side with the dark lord, she knows exactly what part she needs to play in this war.
in a nutshell: Family means the world to her. She will never voice those little thoughts if it meant she’d loose the thing most important to her.
Incredibly feminine and proud of it. She loves clothes & shopping and will never hide that. Her family always encouraged it, Cissa’s great fashion taste was always the talk in pureblood circles.
she will act as if she’s superior to you, because she might not believe in the superiority of purebloods but she will always believe her family to be practically royalty. even when compared to other pureblood families.
Only called Cissy by the black family. Only. Called Cissa by close friends.
Passive agressive as af.
closeted bisexual
she’s gotta a grumpy bengal cat named Perseus
she’s a prefect, and a part of the astronomy, latin, potions and slug club.
She’s actually incredibly intelligent, but will never show that off. She lets people think she’s the bimbo who only thinks about fashion, but her friends would know her true nature.
But yes her form of therapy is retail therapy don’t judge her
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The Noble and Ancient house of Black
Hogwarts aesthetics (2/∞ )
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moodboard. narcissa black
insp by @provocative-envy (x)
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cherylblossxm:
CHARACTER AESTHETICS:
↳ narcissa malfoy (née black)
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hp aesthetic → narcissa black
“There is nothing I wouldn’t do any more!”
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marauders era: narcissa black
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As the couple disbanded with downcast looks, Cissa walked towards Rod with a smile. “I see someone’s getting used to the power that comes with the badge. good. it suits you, the authoritative tone and the commanding posture.”
“There’s more useful ways to spend your time rather than expressing your undying affection for each other– honestly you look like you’re receiving a kiss from a dementor. Get to class. Corridors are not for snogging.”
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