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Narcissa Black -
One must be calm and collected
#a e s t h e t i c#aesthetic#aesthetic moodboard#aesthetic images#aestethic#dreamy#ethereal#soft aesthetic#aesthetic board#dark aesthetic#narcissa black#narcissa malfoy#narcissa black malfoy#the black sisters#black sisters#the noble and most ancient house of black#the noble house of black#fuck jkr
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where: lestrange manor scotland who: @nvrcissasm
Alecto had requested Narcissa over for tea. The witch was normally not one to gossip, nor did she care much for it, but with the way the nanny had been acting, she was ready to indulge, for a little. Narcissa was led into the study, both of the babies sleeping in the bassinet's in the room.
"I have tea coming for us." The witch placed her book down and stood up to greet her friend. "Is it true, we have a master malfoy coming soon?" Only a few were able to see a more relaxed side of her.
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where: malfoy manor who: @nvrcissasm
Soon as she heard the news, Agatha cleared her schedule for she knew her friend would need her. She couldn't imagine what it would be like for her, far along in her pregnancy with all it implied, now overwhelmed with worry for her cousin. Not giving it a second thought, the witch managed to grab some things she thought might be appreciated and apparated to the Malfoy residence. Giving her quick thanks to the house elf leading her towards the gardens where her friend was taking some air, she greeted her with a proper hug before taking the seat beside her. "I brought the wedding planning folder, some maternity books, sweets and snacks. A whole variety of options to keep your mind off things, but I also brought my ears and handkerchieves if what you need is talk, darling."
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where: the malfoy manor who: @nvrcissasm when: 6th of june, 1980 - 06:00
“Get her whatever she needs!” Lucius commanded sharply, his eyes never leaving Narcissa as the nurses moved swiftly around the room, tending to her through the relentless waves of labour. Her water had broken two hours ago, and now the long, agonizing wait had begun.
He settled at the edge of the bed, reaching out to take her hand gently, their fingers intertwining. His voice softened, steady and filled with quiet reassurance. “Soon, love. He’ll be here before you know it.”
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Hiii how you see narcissa or do you have any hc????
Hiiii
Inherently selfish
Full of envy but thinks shes the best person ever
Shes gaslighting in gatekeep Gaslight and Girlboss
Internally a loser externally a barbie
Holds grudges like heirlooms
wins every argument ever not bc she's right but bc she'll litr exhaust u into agreeing
SWAN PATRONUS
always smells so nice but it's not rlly perfume it's like
The smell is woven into her skin (idk what im saying)
Despises weaknesses in others
Loyal to a fault but hates all the ppl shes loyal too (excspt her son ig)
Says her fave color is dark green but everything she owns is light blue
Loves winning
When she was younger she had sm fun causing friendship breakups bn her eisters and their friends by pretending their friends hit her or smth
What she wants she gets
Would be a criminal justice lawyer in a modern au
Heres this (bad) snippet to excuse my dryness
Its like after andromeda ran away and bellatrix went batshit (but b4 bella in prison)
narcissa black is sixteen years old and she already knows that she is everyogebs favorite but she wantd to be the best she will be the one they respect the one they fear the one they envy she wakes up two hours earlier than everyone else to make sure her hair is perfect her skin is perfect her clothes are perfect because appearances are everything and everything must be perfect she walks through the halls of hogwarts with her head high and her back straight and she never ever lets herself look small because the moment you look small you are nothing and she has fought too hard to be something but sometimes she wishes she could be nothing just for a little while just for long enough to take a breath long enough to stop thinking long enough to let someone else be the one who tries so hard
she hates that andromeda doesn’t try at all and is still so effortlessly herself even though hergeself isnf perfect she hates that bellatrix does whatever she wants and no one ever questions her she hates that sirius gets to run away and still be loved and she hates that she is the only one who does everything right and it still doesn’t feel like enough she watches her sisters and her cousins and she smiles when they win and she smiles when they lose and she smiles when they leave but inside she is screaming becwuse no one ever stays no one ever chooses her no one ever looks at her and sees anything other than what she was made to be and she wonders if maybe she is just a reflection of all the things she was told to be instead of something real and she hates that she doesn’t even know the difference
#Srry I will ans ur other ask im procrastinating c hard rn#Yap tag#Also btw ppl do infact look at narcissa she's just angst and thinks no1 does
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Where: Sitting room in Malfoy Manor When: Post-ceremony, pre-reception Who: Narcissa @nrcissasblack
Adjusting his cufflinks, Lucius entered the sitting room outside the main ballroom. With the binding ceremony already officiated, and hundreds of guests situated on the other side of the wall, all that was left to do was for them to celebrate. Unable to hide the seemingly permanent grin on his face, he spotted Narcissa on the other side of the room, near the door they'd cross over once it was time for them to be announced.
"Mrs. Malfoy," he teased, powerless to help himself. As if subconsciously, he adjusted his boutonniere, naturally made out white narcissus, and strode toward his wife. "Apologies for keeping you waiting, love." Reaching out a gloved hand, he closed it around her own, lifting the back of her hand lightly to his lips. "You can blame my father for the last minute wedding paperwork." His eyebrows raised lazily. "I told him that signing it tomorrow wouldn't be the end of the world, but..." he trailed off, eyes searching his bride's face.
She was a stunning bride, as he knew she would be, and he felt nothing but adoration in that moment. Potentially some pride, sure, but he was genuinely happy for the first time in many years. It seemed like the world had dangled the possibility of their union in their faces for years now. Whether it was either of their parents, Narcissa's sisters, or the events of war, obstacles seemed keen on halting them. They'd made it to this day, though, despite the hectic path they had to travel. "Funny that we've had no time alone today. I hope you know how unbelievably beautiful you are." He heard his words come out a lot less smoother than he'd expected, and it was likely the wide smile on his mouth to blame. "You are the perfect bride," he mumbled lowly, lowering his head toward her, eyes alight.
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made a playlist for the noble house of black !
#still a wip#but when are my playlists ever fully finished#c's playlists#the noble and most ancient house of black#hp marauders#marauders era#harry potter series#marauders#mwpp#mwpp era#walburga black#orion black#druella black#cygnus black#bellatrix black#bellatrix lestrange#andromeda black#andromeda tonks#narcissa black#narcissa malfoy#sirius black#sirius orion black#regulus black#regulus arcturus black#alphard black#hp#Spotify
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where: little tart bakeshop who: @nvrcissasm
Alara had gone out that morning to grab the little ingredients that she need from the muggle part of London before returning for her appointment with the Narcissa Black This was a huge opportunity for her and the last thing she wanted to do was to mess it up.
With the chime on the door went off, the witch came out from the back, smiling "Hello Miss. Black. I'm finishing up on the last cake and I'm ready for you." She points over to a table set up for them. "Would you like something to drink?"
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location: Madame Puddifoots status: for @nvrcissasm
Emma had meant to to write a letter to Narcissa earlier, but their schedules didn't align until today. After their tea was brought and small talk was concluded she was quick at casting a charm around them so they would not be overheard. "I am truly sorry that I have not managed to make time sooner but I have been quite busy recently. After my parents saw me talk to Rabastan at the ball for a few minutes they have tried to set up a match with the Lestrange family, but Rabastan and I are working on having that matter settled soon. Hopefully they'll realise it is not a good match. He is a great wizard, but I haven't spent much time with him in the last ten years."
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Seeing Narcissa, Sam waved her over. He asked Marisol to keep an eye on the booth while he inclined his head for him and his friend to find somewhere more private. Satisfied that there weren't any potential prying ears, he started. "Hey, how's the retirement home investigation going?"
@backmaskcd
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@avanoir (narcissa) liked for a starter (astoria) !!
__________♔    CRYSTALLINE EYES SHINE IN AMUSEMENT AT THE OTHER WOMAN'S STORY. the tea in her hands long forgotten to the memories now being shared. there is something sacred in this ritual; she has never had a kind parental figure, much less a steady feminine presence outside of her own sister, but that has highs && lows itself. a break in the conversation has her leaning forward. ❛    oh don't stop there !! i'm absolutely riveted now. how on earth weren't you caught sneaking back into the common room ?? ❜
#c; astoria greengrass#avanoir#reply; narcissa black (avanoir)#v; the fault in our stars (main verse)#(( *smooches you bc i've missed you so damn much* ))
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Evan grinned at her words, a flicker of fond amusement lighting up his face. “Ah, poor Lucius — nothing like impending fatherhood to turn a man into a watchdog in silk robes. Still, I suppose it suits him in a strangely noble sort of way.” He offered Narcissa a warm, genuine smile, his gaze momentarily drifting to her stomach with quiet reverence before returning to her eyes. “I’ll hold you to that invitation, then. We’ll bring some scandalous stories for sure.” With a teasing wink, he gave her a slight bow, courtly and playful all at once. “Take care, Cissa. I’ll see you soon.” And with that, he turned on his heel, his elegant stride carrying him away, the faint echo of his laughter lingering in the air.
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“Flattery, cheekbones, and charm… truly, you are unstoppable,” Narcissa replied with a soft chuckle as she shifted on her feet, a hand instinctively brushing over her stomach. "Thank you. That means a lot. If this child ends up with even half the grace you show in social manoeuvring, he’ll be leagues ahead before he’s even out of diapers." She nodded. “Lucius is… walking a tightrope between panic and performance I think. He keeps a dignified air when others are around, but he's also increasingly unwilling to let me out of his sight in case something happens." She offered a faint, genuine smile then “I’d be delighted if you stopped by. And yes, do bring Leta if she also has the time — it’s been far too long, and the company is always welcome. I imagine you both have plenty stories I’d enjoy hearing.”
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where: the garden kew, london who: @nvrcissasm
Giving the bride some time to settle in and talk with a few of the guests, Alecto takes the opportunity to check in on her, sliding her arm through hers, excusing them. "How many times have you said, thank you for coming?" A smirk on her lips. "Your mother looks pleased, Malfoy's as well. Next they'll be asking when you two plan to have a baby." The words hitting her, wanting to give this to Rabastan when the time was right for them and no other witch was attached unofficially to him.
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where: Madam Puddifoot’s Tea Shop who: @nvrcissasm
As the wedding had come and go, Agatha had finally taken some time to breathe and relax, which was something she barely allowed herself when it was time for a huge wedding to be planned. Surely there were more to come, but with her job done and feeling quite good about it, the witch had been looking forward to this particular day. Narcissa had recently come back from her honeymoon and it was due time for the witches to get together and gossip, at the very least. A quick owl exchange had been enough to have everything settled and Agatha arrived on the clock, knowing her friend would be there just in time as well. “Look at you, that married glow!” The brunette exclaimed as she saw the blonde, a wide smile on her lips as she walked over to give her a warm hug. “I want to know everything, how was the honeymoon? Did you two have a good time?”
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where: St. Mungo's who: @nvrcissasm when: 19th of January
Lucius was excited about this day. The two of them were off to St. Mungo's for an ultrasound and the high possibility of learning what the babies sex would be. He, of course, was hoping for a baby boy, someone to carry on the family legacy.
They had arrived at the entrance, an arm reaching out to aid Narcissa getting out of the car. "I think we are a bit early." He didn't mean to show up forty-five minutes early. "Would you like to get something fro the bakery first?"
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who : @amouretoile
where: the great hall
As December approached, things were beginning to look a lot more festive across the Hogwarts Castle. As the candle lights began to glisten and the courtyard became coated in snow, Dorcas began to feel at home. This was the Hogwarts she loved, and she hadn't spent a Christmas back home since her younger sister came to the castle.
Making her way into the Great Hall, Dorcas grinned as she caught her first glimpse of the Great Hall Christmas Tree. Turning to the person beside her, she pointed towards Hufflepuff's Ghost, who had a Santa had clad over his head. "Someone's getting in the festive spirit." Dorcas laughed, "The tree looks spectacular. Are you staying for Christmas this year?"
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