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SYDNEY SWEENEY by Amber Asaly

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      lost amongst the sweeping shelves of the magical plant emporium, optioning flower arrangements for upcoming balls, narcissa found that she was in desperate need of a second opinion. with a list of preparations as long as merlin's beard was said to be, the black matriach had taken it upon herself to split the work between the mother daughter pair by way of swanning off to paris to handle the glamorous tasks, leaving narcissa with what could only be described as more... menial ones. not that garlands and bouquets weren't important nor that narcissa's immense grace and elegance meant that she didn't look wholly at home amidst the white camellias and chrysanthemums but she curses her mother's unavailability all the same. spinning on her heel with a well rehearsed flourish to face the nearest bystander, she urges them to dismiss whatever it was that'd been previously occupying them in favour of her needs that obviously required immediate attention. ❛   two questions. ❜ the blonde poses, raising two almost identical looking floral bouquets to her new found companion with an expression of fair bemusement. these were her mother's instructions after all and despite wanting to follow them exactly, narcissa thought far more highly of her taste than of anybody else's, ❛   do these look any different to you and if so, which is your favourite? ❜

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      making social calls felt as close to a return to normalcy for narcissa as she could possibly get, all recent events considered. very little came as naturally to her as the art of gossiping in sunlit drawing rooms whilst dressed up to the nines. and with the summer's social season just around the corner, it all worked in tandem to provide the blonde with a worthy distraction from the horrors of the spring equinox. though the mere sight of val's scars were enough to break the illusion that all was well and good amongst their society. thankfully, there was no one better suited to lifting her spirits than alexandra and it appeared there was much to discuss, given her recent excursion to france. as quietly jealous of her cousin as narcissa was, not only over the trip itself but for having missed the fair entirely too, she looked forward to hearing about it. especially over drinks of the alcoholic variety.

      so, rapping a dainty gloved hand against the grand front door of the rosier's townhouse, it's with a brilliant smile that narcissa greets the favourite of her dark haired rosier cousins, ❛   oh, there's nothing to apologise for, andra! ❜ she reassures, having not been in too much of a rush herself to move on from what had happened whilst she'd been away. not to mention how difficult it was proving but her being there was certainly a stride in the right direction, her mother had said as much, something she'd likely divulge to andra in due time. ❛   i can only imagine what it's like to prepare for the social season with a job as prestigious as yours on top of that. ❜

When: Around 8pm, 24th April 1986

Where: Rosier Townhouse, Kensington

Who: Alexandra and Narcissa ( @daffodlis )

There were not many people that Alexandra actually invited back to her house. It was strange, calling it her house. Even after all these years she couldn't quite get used to it. She was never supposed to inherit any of it. Or not quite as much as she had ended up with. It should have gone to Evan. Technically it probably could still go to Evan. But Andra would fight for her portion now. She'd worked hard to keep the Rosier name known, and she wasn't letting her brother take it away from her now. It still felt strange hosting at the house though.

It had always been different with Narcissa though. Her cousin had been like a sister to her, especially since her father had died. Arguably Narcissa had been there for her more than Evan had. And so, she had no issue with inviting Narcissa round. She'd been so busy since she had gotten back from France that she hadn't had chance to properly catch up. So, she'd invited her round for a drink.

"Sorry it took so long to actually fit in time to catch up with you Cissa." The brunette mused, as she opened the front door. "Work's been hectic." Amongst other things that had been keeping her busy too.

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Belle de Jour (1967) dir. Luis Buñuel

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      thankful, it was enough just to be in regulus' presence. there's an innate comfort in his being by her side, born from two decades of close companionship that resulted in narcissa seeing him as more of a brother than a cousin and it calms her. one might even be tempted to say that she shared a deeper bond with him than with her two sisters. it certainly felt, at times, as though she could speak more freely with regulus... particularly on matters of the heart. vulnerability didn't scare her quite as much as it usually did when face to face with his thoughtful understanding. ❛   i know... i know... ❜ she breathes, holding onto regulus' forearms for support as she considers whether she should simply resign herself to the thankful outcome that not a single member of their family had fallen victim to the beast's claws. only, her cousin can't truly begin to imagine the onslaught of guilt she stared down, for he hadn't been there holding valeria's body as she appeared to bleed out, the memories of it beginning to flash before her teary blue-green eyes once more, ❛   i just... i fear i... ❜ the blonde struggles, unable to voice what she so rarely felt, ❛   i fear i put valeria directly into the line of fire, or at least i stood by and allowed her to be dragged into it... had i... not been so prideful or spoken up for her, perhaps she wouldn't be lying in a hospital bed, maimed and permanently scarred. ❜ regret.

Regulus held Narcissa in his arms, pulling her close to him and rubbing her arms, hoping to be soothing. "It's okay," He said softly, uncertain what support he could offer his cousin. Words seemed pitiful in the absence of action. How he wished that he could have been there, could have done something to protect his cousin and friends. "You're safe. You're fine. We're fine." The Black family had escaped unscathed.

He let Narcissa guide him to somewhere more private, quiet, happy to take a moment alone with his cousin if this is what she needed. The events of the ball must have been truly traumatising for all who were involved. He wouldn't be surprised if she had emotions that needed privacy to deal with. He wondered if he should amend his mental picture to physically unscathed.

"How could it be your fault? You had no way to know what would happen," Regulus said softly staring into her watering eyes. "It was a random attack, a creature with no sense of direction. Don't waste time blaming yourself. This lies on the shoulder of that monster and not you."

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      wordlessly, narcissa accepts the cigarette packet in her hands, plucking one out and placing the delicate thing between rosebud lips, fraught with rapidly unravelling emotion, before leaning down to retrieve her wand from the holster it had been hiding in beneath the bloodied white chiffon of her skirt, uttering a simple "incendio" in order to set it alight. eventually chancing a fleeting glance in lucius' direction, it wasn't at all difficult to tell he was agitated, touchy in a way she should have expected — poor andressa had been attacked after all. and savagely at that. but so had her friends... so, instead, she's rather taken aback by the austere tone to their conversation, naive in her expectation of comfort, only to met with harsh reality as ever and it altogether prompts the blonde to recede in retaliation. her only hope being that she hadn't been the cause of it. one rather pensive drag later, her breath noticeably unsteady in the face of not only what had happened to their peers but from the way her heart had begun to be ache too, ❛   no, it was noble. naturally, you have your priorities... nobody can fault you for that. ❜ words that might have otherwise sounded bitter from any other pair of lips are masked by narcissa's genuine sense of sentiment. of course, simmering beneath the seraphic surface, she resented that it was andressa at the centre of all this. that time after time, it would always be her and narcissa had resented that very fact ever since the all hallow's ball in 1982, resented how each opportunity she had to prevail had been sabotaged by forces beyond her control. it was the lack of control that ate away at her, preying on her resolve. only this time promised to be different, for he had been made thoroughly aware of her and her intentions and time could only tell how that would affect their... relationship going forward. beginning to toy nervously with the cigarette between her fingers, she turns to face him, hoping to finally draw his attention, ❛   i'm perfectly fine. ❜ she adds with a ghost of a feigned smile, though she scarcely believes herself, performative as ever when vulnerability was involved, especially before lucius of all people yet she sincerely doubts he believes her either, ❛   val's alive, that's all that really matters to me right now. and how about you, hm? how fares andressa? ❜

Lucius was trying to get his thoughts under control. There had been so many things that had happened in quick succession that even he had struggled to comprehend them all. Seeing Andressa get attacked had been terrifying and harrowing but had also reaffirmed something he had already long suspected. He was not in love with her and was not sure he would ever be able to get there. There was no doubt that he cared a lot for her but it just wasn't love and he didn't know what to do about it. For him love was not necessary for marriage, but he was unsure what her expectations would be. He had masterfully avoided any conversations about an engagement. He knew his mother expected him to take that next step soon. Lucius just wasn't quite sure exactly what was stopping him. He ran a hand through his hair as he sighed, still looking a complete mess. It was all too much drama for Lucius to deal with and it was probably best that right now he focused solely on helping her recover.

He wasn't overly thrilled by Narcissa's presence right now. Not her fault exactly but now that he knew for sure that Andressa was in safe hands and going to be okay, the other parts of the night had come back to him with startling clarity. It was hard to ignore the comments that his cousin had made. Narcissa would made for a good wife and that was partly the issue. In fact, if he was truly honest, she was probably a better choice than Andressa, especially now that she had joined the Death Eaters. But the scandal a change would make was too much, and for what? He wasn't sure that he could say it was worth it. But at the same time, he found himself a little more off centre around her than usual. It was probably best for the both of them that he pretended none of it had happened. "Sure" he mumbled as he took a drag of the much needed cigarette, handing her the packet without meeting her eyes. "How are you holding up? Hows Valeria?" As per usual Cissa's words made it sound like she was holding it together, but he suspected that was not the truth of the matter right now. "I'm sorry I had to leave whilst you-but Andressa- I couldn't-you understand?" he hadn't liked leaving Narcissa alone in that moment, but what choice did he have.

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      a charade it was and yet, narcissa rarely felt more at ease than she did in rabastan's presence. they'd had their tumultuous moments as any friendship might — namely in the wake of the death eaters having been revealed to her but time had only gone to show that their relationship was stronger for it and best of all, there was no pretence between the two of them. ❛   having been there visiting our friends, i can certainly sympathise with that. an extended stay at st. mungo's, anything longer than a few fleeting hours, is truly the stuff of nightmares. ❜ the blonde replies scathingly, shuddering at the thought of returning to hospital only to be met with those same sterile walls, ❛   hopefully he'll be released soon and reunited with andromeda... she's a black in every sense of the word but you know i worry about her place in all this. ❜ blue-green eyes flicker downward in tandem with her words, a pensive expression gracing fair features. if she were being truly honest, narcissa's dream of marrying lucius malfoy should pale in comparison to that of andromeda falling in line and joining them. it occupied her thoughts at the best of times but she's stirred awake by her friend's probing question, a faint smirk playing at her lips, ❛   how did you know? ❜ she gasps, feigning shock and surprise at his incredibly accurate summation of the night's events, ❛   lucius was with me, yes... for all of five minutes before poor andressa was attacked and then, naturally, he went running to her aid. ❜

While Rab was always ready to hold up their charade, his emotions were genuine. They had been friends since the beginning of Hogwarts, and she had always been there for him, especially where Bellatrix couldn't. "Rod is okay, just bored of being trapped in a white room with florescent lighting." a faint smile graced his face – a rare sight.

"And yes, according to Rod, Andromedia did a fine job. I forget how strong she is sometimes. She is a Black through and through."

"How are you? Where were you during the attack?" his voice faltered, "With Lucius, I suppose?" While Rab and Narcissa were courting in the eyes of society, he had a hunch where Narcissa's heart really lay.

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      st. mungo's was a place narcissa preferred to spend as little time in as possible... yet it was a day after the attacks and there she lingered still, unable to bring herself to leave when the health of several of her friends hung in the balance. sending away for a house elf to collect a fresh set of clothes and some edible food from brideswater for her, the blonde had successfully evaded the hospital's cafeteria another day and began poking around elsewhere to bide the time, quietly delighting in the surprise that awaited her inside the waiting room. ❛   larkin... ❜ narcissa hums in greeting, her manicured brows raised and mirroring his as she comes to sit beside him in the chair he'd so politely pulled out for her before crossing her legs and turning to him with a wry smile, ❛   where's that little sidekick of yours who's always skulking around after you, hm? too busy picking up all the broken pieces of that dusty old shop to pay you any mind today? ❜ teasing words at severus snape's expense are all in good fun, a self-interested attempt to entertain herself and lighten the all too dismal mood the sterile walls around them only perpetuated, though she imagined with a wizard as bad-humoured as mulciber was rumoured to be, it would prove... difficult to say the least.

who: @daffodlis when: The day after the attack where: St Mungo's

After his small day trip to Diagon Alley, and beyond, Larkin figured he'd might as well go over to St Mungo's. Many of his allies and potential future allies where currently being treated in the hospital after what had happened the past evening, and it could never hurt to let them believe he had food for their thoughts. Sitting in the waiting room, Larkin watched a few people come past. He was going to go in to 'visit a friend' only once he'd decided enough people had left, so he could have more privacy and less to account for if someone where to sight him. So, he sat there, waiting. That was, until he saw Narcissa Malfoy walk into the room. Raising a brow, he pulled out the chair next to his, as if gesturing for her to sit next to him. She was a death eater after all, and it was in his best interest to keep them close to keep an eye on all of them. Then again, he doubted Bellatrix's little sister would do anything but show absolutely loyalty to the cause.

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      the elegant blonde in question was attempting  to clear her mind, doing so by way of running errands after escaping the clutches of a drab and dreary st. mungo's waiting room. a return to normalcy, she hoped. having already looked in on moribund's on behalf of the davis', narcissa's sights turned to cobb & webb's next, in search of a present for val when the familiar voice of a friend intervenes, his handsome face catching her by surprise. ❛   rab! ❜ she calls back cheerily, welcoming him into her arms and pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek in the process. if the two of them were going to play at courting, narcissa would, naturally, rise to the occasion and not miss a single beat whilst doing so. they'd have high society wrapped around both their little fingers by the end of the week with any luck. ❛   i'm alright, i'm alright... all the better for seeing you here in one piece. ❜ the witch smiles wearily, pulling back to inspect him in tandem, offering a look of concern, ❛   i was so sorry to hear about rod, how is he? i'm told my sister put up a rather valiant fight in order to protect him... i hope that means the damage is minimal? no full moon rendezvous in his future i take it? ❜

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As Rab exited the White Wyvern, his gaze was immediately drawn to the radiant figure across the alley. Narcissa's blonde hair flowed effortlessly behind her with an air of elegance in each of her strides.

"Cissa!" Rab called out, a hint of relief in his voice. He quickly swung his coat over his shoulders and crossed the street to meet her.

"Thank goodness, you're alright. Did you get hurt?" He looked her over with concern, "I'm glad to see you walking around here instead of lying in St Mungos with Rod."

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SYDNEY SWEENEY Gotham Magazine (April 12, 2023)

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narcissa, for one, was beginning to tire of the deja vu she was experiencing from the amount of times she'd had to help talk her mother down from a ledge following an event gone wrong. she worried profusely for the matriach's nerves, sat pondering how much more they could take when threats to one's appearance — bodily harm, permanent disfigurement and the like seemed to be reoccurring consequences of these tragedies. still, the blonde plays the role of dutiful daughter with a smile as ever, receptive to druella's fawning in a way her elder sisters weren't and so, allows her mother to make a fuss of her in the process. of course, she was thankful it hadn't been her caught under the claws of a feral beast but to even allow their mother to fantasise about 'what might've been' felt as though they were altogether tempting fate. better andressa than her, she supposed as she continued filling druella and cygnus in on what gossip she'd picked up regarding the victims.

keeping an ear to the conversation taking place beside her, it's only when the topic of andromeda's... relationship with rodolphus comes up that narcissa immediately dismisses herself from the chat with their parents, turning the pair of brunettes with a bemused expression, ❛   what are you two smirking about? rodolphus' turn as a damsel in distress? i heard andie was a regular knight in shining armour. i'm sad to have to missed it. ❜ she fawns, wiggling a pair of manicured brows in andromeda's direction, ❛   you should likely heed bella's words though, andie... or else you won't just be married before me, you'll be getting married in a private room at st. mungo's. ❜ teasing words are accompanied by a theatrical shudder at the thought of them coming to pass. the blonde did enjoy the idea of andie and rod together... they made a good team, so it seemed and a pureblood union also meant she might be more susceptible to the ideas being introduced by bella's dark lord. the three sisters as a united front once more, narcissa wanted it more than anything. well... almost anything. @andromedahs

with: @heartlessbella

"No one wants a wife who eats raw meat." Andromeda repeated with a little smirk, picking up her tea and taking a sip. "I'm not certain to be honest." She mused, mulling over her sister's words. The likelihood that their mother would go to the bother of chaining them up seemed unlikely to Andromeda, but Druella did sometimes surprise them. Did she love them enough to do that? Probably. Did she love them enough to face public ruin? Andromeda highly doubted that. "I think she'd sooner take us to The Magical Menagerie and leave us there." Her words were quick, meant as something of a joke, but they both know there was an inflection of seriousness.

"Poor Andressa, Rosaline and Rodolphus. I went to visit him yesterday. His poor face, he's still very handsome but I can't imagine it'll be easy for him." It had been concerning for Andromeda to see him in such a way, but Rodolphus was nothing but resilient and she knew he'd bounce back, though it didn't ease her guilt that it had been largely her fault they were still there. "I'm glad you and Narcissa are alright, I intended to look for you bot Rodolphus got struck down. Where were you? Did you seen anyone get hurt?"

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      she looked a fright, as if some dread embodied banshee pacing the halls of st. mungo's in wait of word of val's wellbeing. previously pristine white chiffon is now stained a deep, vivid crimson but narcissa can't bear to think of it as being valeria's blood for fear of breaking down entirely. this simply didn't happen to people like them... it shouldn't have happened to them and yet, here they all somberly stood. the night had gone terribly wrong and cissa can't help but wonder if it had begun the very moment she interrupted valeria's conversation with lucius. had she not been so damn prideful as to assume her friend was making a fool of her in front of the man her heart was set on, would the events that followed have unfolded any differently? if that were the case, the blonde highly doubts they would have had to suffer through his cousin's great tirade. one may have hoped naively that as their close friend lay dying in the streets that they might be spared such a flagrant embarrassment. she cringes at the thought, he had to know now. to hell with subtlety, for there was no conceivable way that he could remain oblivious to her advances after outbursts from the both in such swift succession. beginning to curse the stars above for the damning situation that awaited her, narcissa pushes through the hospital's doors in search of fresh air and a moment's respite to think things over in but finds something, or rather, someone standing in its place. lucius has his back to the wall, a cigarette between his teeth, looking just as troubled as she did — likely the result of andressa's own injuries. her breath immediately hitches in her throat, quite unsure if she's as prepared for the interaction laid out before her as she wishes she were but as any daughter of noble and most ancient house black might, cissa flashes a brave face, wandering over to him with wavering confidence and a coy smile. ❛   could you spare one of those for a dear friend? ❜ she asks ingenuously.

      closed starter for lucius malfoy / @thepeacock-prince

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      narcissa's mind was moving a mile a minute and had been since the previous night. far too fast for her own comprehension as she swanned about st. mungo's attempting, rather in vain, to fight off the guilt she was having to swallow as a result of sending val off to her almost demise. all the while the more selfish part of her was struggling to stomach what calliope had said to her. they were a monstrous little wix indeed. thusly, in an uncharacteristically dejected daze of her own musings, the blonde scarcely has time to notice her beloved cousin make his entrance, ❛   oh, reg... ❜ she breathes a sigh of relief, welcoming him into her arms with a sliver of a smile, ❛   i'm so glad to see you. ❜ and it was true, for the events following valeria's attack were... blurry to say the least. the witch was thankful to know that regulus dismissed himself before the chaos began ensuing. and quite rightly he was for it too. ❛   as kind a gesture as that would be... i don't want you to miss work on my account. it's val we should be worried about, after all. i can't help but feel it's my fault. ❜ cissa confides, pulling him aside and out of view of any unwanted company as tears begin to prick her blue-green eyes.

With: @daffodlis

"'Cissa!" Regulus exclaimed as he swept in, arms held out to embrace her. "I'm so sorry I left early. I just heard about what happened!" He shook his head sadly. "Are you OK? Do you need anything? Please, do let me know if you need me. I'm sure I can take a few days off..."

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If your opinion is as rude as your manner, I don’t think I care to hear it. Grace Kelly as Lisa Carol Fremont in Rear Window (1954)

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      settling into the chair across from lucius, it's a setting narcissa feels she's at her most comfortable in. expensive drinks, like-minded company. she was never going to be some soldier amongst their ranks, she was a socialite — born and raised. conversations such as these, seducing those she recognised as worthy to their cause and the like, were a well practised performance to the black's youngest daughter... an art but it wasn't so often that she had ulterior motives of her own too. none that rivalled the importance of this relationship, at least. ❛   i had to get away from those hideous crowds... evidently, my mother's a stronger woman than i because she's awfully persistent in not letting this shopping day go to waste. ❜ answers narcissa, accepting the glass of wine and taking a first sip, soon flashing a look of satisfaction to mask the dismay that dawns as talk turns to her eligibility. she wondered how a man so keen, so perceptive, whom she saw eye-to-eye with on every subject breached, could speak words that conveyed such blindness. blind to her and her each and every advancement. for all she had done for years was try, try, try and even now, he asked after other suitors. as if there were such a man who held a candle to him.

      in spite of herself, narcissa smiles and proudly so, flaunting her desirability as she'd been taught to, ❛   but i have my fair share of handsome suitors, thank you. it's simply... not a decision i wish to rush. ❜ it was, after all, one of the only decisions she got to make for herself. advantageous marriages might have been a staple of their society but getting to choose whom it was, rather than be callously pawned off on the highest bidder, was all the autonomy a life like theirs afforded a lady and narcissa, for one, planned on making it count. ❛   and you? ❜ comes the inevitable volley. the blonde could tell well enough why it was that he'd come here alone but there was a much more pressing question that demanded attention, ❛   are you planning to get down on one knee soon? or did poor old mr. wilkes dropping dead at his own wedding perhaps put you off? ❜ she poses under the veil of an innocent, if not a little scathing, inquiry. pale brow ever so slowly beginning to knit with worry, altogether dreading the sort of answer she may receive.

a reckoning. lucius loved the sound of that. narcissa was right too, it had been long overdue. the mudbloods had gained too much power, the fact the ministry catered to them this days made his blood boil. the world needed to be righted before magic continued to be diluted and ceased to exist. it was nice to talk to narcissa openly about all of this, whilst there were others in the death eaters he could of course speak with, he knew narcissa's view on how to approach it all would likely align with his. though they had not really spoken about it, he doubted she'd approved of the spectacle of booker's death. she was indeed more rational than her older sister. lucius smiled at her words, a twinge running through him at the mr malfoy. he liked her calling him that. there was no denying that narcissa was a beautiful witch. perhaps a few years ago he would've considered her an appropriate match, but then everything had happen and things had fallen in to place with andressa. "lead the way miss black" voice like honey, he fell in step with her.

reaching the table he poured her a glass, sliding it over to her. "so how come you're here alone?" he knew his question would possibly prompt a similar one from her but he was curious enough not to care. "no handsome suitors living up to your standards?" he threw her a cheeky grin. he was of course only teasing. if he was correct, then she had every right to to those high standards. her beauty and her family name alone would be enough to demand someone of quality. "i'm surprised your mother is not here trying to set you up- though i suppose this is hardly a suitable place. maybe your family should consider a ball sometime soon, after all you are the only ones who could ever dare to compete with the lavish events i host"

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      it felt as though all narcissa had done today was drink... not that that was a particularly bad thing. she'd thoroughly enjoyed the company kept and the buzz she'd acquired through doing it had certainly soothed the opposing disdain narcissa held for the festival and its eclectic crowd of attendees. still, the witch takes pleasure in flexing her status as fluid, writhing bodies part to make way for her. a convivial smile gracing rosy lips as she, at last, makes contact with her elder sister, ❛   that would be lovely, andromeda. ❜ narcissa replies, taking the brunette's hands in her own, ❛   where is it that you've been hiding today then? i sincerely hope you've enjoyed your day, regardless of what you've been up to... ❜

where: eternelle's elixir of refreshment who: @daffodlis when: the spring equinox

Standing by the bar, Andromeda watched the joyous scene take place in front of her. People were laughing, dancing and chatting and for a brief moment Andromeda found it so infectious a smile spread over her petite features. As her gaze drifted across the crowd, it landed on a familiar face. "Narcissa!"

She called to her sister, watching her weave through the crowd as a vision in white, them parting as soon as they realised who it was attempting to pass. "Would you care for a drink?"

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      making the rounds, free of family members and riding a considerable high following her drink with lucius, it's with yet another genuine smile from narcissa that she greets her dear cousin, alexandra. one of only two cousins, of course, whose presence she can truly take both comfort and pleasure in and you could tell as much from the way she welcomes the dark-haired witch into her arms, ❛   andra! what a relief to see you. ❜ reveals the blonde, voice daring to grow above a whisper, thankful to be in like-minded company once more rather than quarrelling elsewhere with the mindless and spineless. instinctively, blue-green eyes move to take in the rosier's choice in outfit, suppressing the subsequent shock of seeing her kin, especially a witch as allegedly "dark" as alexandra, in such a loud pastel, ❛   and look at you, you're a vision in pink. ❜ narcissa exclaims, finding the fashion predicaments the festival's sunny dress code had presented those aligned with darker arts all rather comical. at least she and regulus had thought so, judging outfits from on high as they so often did at social engagements such as this.

where: Diagon Alley

who: Andra and Narcissa ( @daffodlis)

Andra had to admit that the alleys did not look pretty decent tonight. But it was hard to mess up pretty flowers. Of course, she was a bit of a contradiction for that. She was a pretty flower, and she pretty messed up herself. But Andra tried to keep that all beneath the surface. To the wider wizarding world she was the perfect head of the Rosier family. it wasn't exactly true, but she could do a decent job of pretending.

She was happy though for once to see all the pretty flowers. Flowers made her happy. They made her remember better times. She was nearly upon the time where she would have spent longer without her father than with, and it was scaring her. So she would be happy for the happy memories.

There was a smile on her face as she walked down the alley, before she spotted a familiar head of blonde hair. "Cissy!" She murmured, coming over to her cousin. "hi!"