#cissa looks like druella

[motherfuckingmaneater]

Bellatrix - 5'9 / 180cm - dark grey eyes - black hair - 10/10 intimidation. looks like she'll curse you, will curse you.

Andromeda - 5'6 / 170cm - light brown eyes - soft brown hair - 3/10 intimidation - doesn't look like she'll curse you, will curse you but in very specific circumstances.

Narcissa - 5'8 / 176cm - sharp blue eyes - platinum blonde hair - 6/10 intimidation. looks like she'll curse you, will actually have bellatrix curse you.

[aithusarosekiller]

Black family hcs:

In honour of Sirius' death day

Black family headcanons

-up until 1975, if you asked Sirius, Andy, Bella, and Cissa who their favourite member of the family was, they'd all say Reg. Bella thought he was polite and impressionable enough to follow the rules, Sirius loved him deeply until he realised he couldn't be saved, Cissa had a really strong bond with him and they were always super close, and Andy saw a sweet shy boy stuck in a vile home and hoped he'd be able to get out one day. Andy and Sirius eventually started choosing each other as their favourites but their love for Reg never really went away.

-trans Andy. That's it. Andromeda is a trans girl.

-When they were young, Walburga and Alphard were really close and she always protected him even if there was no need to. As he grew into his own person and began to distance himself from the family values, she was the first to notice and chose to alienate him from the family. She erased any sign of ever loving her little brother and swore to never bother wasting time on a stupid child again

-in first year, the sorting hat was deciding whether to put Reg in Ravenclaw or gryffindor, it only placed him in Slytherin because he threatened it

-as kids, Andy and Cissa couldn't sleep until Bella had read them a bedtime story

-Druella was theorised to be part Veela, which sparked tension between the black and rosier families because her birth was heavily debated upon. She completely ignored the rumours and strived on angering other purebloods because she knew that despite their hatred, she was untouchable

-Alphard left money to Reg too but it was sneakily withheld to keep him from having enough power to get out. Cissa got some too but it all went to Lucius, there was no fear of her getting away because she was deemed 'secure' enough due to her marriage.

-Orion and Walburga allowed Reg to transition after Sirius left as they thought that if they made it look like he had enough 'freedom' within the family, he wouldn't try a similar thing

-Narcissa really liked Ted but couldn't admit it out loud. She thought he was cool and wished they could be friends

-Cygnus would blame all his mistakes on his siblings.

-this is dark but Cygnus and Orion killed Alphard. They didn't tell Walburga bc they were scared of her and couldn't predict her reaction but she knew from the moment it was announced

-Sirius and Bella used to be pretty close but the relationship deteriorated even faster the older they got

[soup-of-the-daisies]

Sunday Snippet

Thank you @gracelesslady23 for tagging me ♥️♥️

Here’s some Slytherin!James&Sirius, when they’re still ickle firsties (because James made the decision to waltz over to Slytherin the moment Sirius look briefly devastated at being sorted there, thank you very much)

“What kind of powerplay is that?” James mutters distastefully at Sirius, when Malfoy somehow manages to make one of his yearmates kneel before him. There’s a glint in Malfoy’s eyes that reminds Sirius of Bella whenever she outsmarts uncle Cygnus or manages to shut aunt Druella up. Bella, thankfully, isn’t here—but Cissa is eyeing Malfoy up with unguarded interest. “Are all Slytherins like this?”

“You’re a Slytherin,” Sirius replies quietly. “We’re Slytherins.”

James glances at his robes like he’s forgotten what house he’s in. “Well,” he says then, “we’re never doing that, though.”

Sirius whispers his agreement, though he knows they might have to if they ever want to climb to unspoken ranks. But he agrees, and James slings an arm over his shoulders and tugs him closer with a pleased little smile, and Sirius somehow has the feeling that he’d do anything James Potter will ask of him.

Tagging: @sailordogstar @strugglequill @solitaire-sol @plecotusauritus and anyone who’d like to do this :)

[wellpresseddaisy]

9 January, 1978

Lucius stood courteously at the head of the dining room table as the ladies filed out with Cissa. When the door shut behind the last rustling skirt, the gentlemen sat, relaxed now they were alone. The candles burned low in the candelabra down the great length of the table, the flame occasionally picking out the tawny gleam of decanted port. 

Velvet curtains of the deepest silver were closed against the chill of the winter night. Snow lay thick across the park, though the waxing moon and cloudless sky they'd been promised meant travel wouldn't prove too treacherous later. 

"Excellent dinner, Lucius, as always." Yaxley smiled thinly. "If you'll excuse me, though, I should find my wife. Had something I wanted to ask her."

"I'll pass on the compliment to Narcissa." Lucius nodded at the man as he left the room, ignoring the wafer thin excuse.

"Now, Lucius, there's something more important than dinner to discuss." Avery slapped the table. "An' I'm going to be indelicate, but it's Snape. High time you found someone for him. He's eighteen! Not gettin' any younger."

Lucius stared at the man. Avery and Mulciber had taken Severus under their dubious protection when he left Hogwarts. He really hadn't known what Severus saw in either of them, but the boy took to the pair like a puppy. They must have seemed glamorous, somehow, two years older than him.

"Wanted Mulciber and the Mudblood." Rowle, deep in his cups and thankfully at the far end of the table, chortled. "At's 'is problem. 'E wanned both."

Everyone stared as he thumped forward onto the table. 

"Thankfully, I had warned the footmen." Lucius drawled. 

A guilty snicker ran around the table. 

"No one ever knew what he wanted, was the problem. Except potions and he's doin' a Mastery already. Could sponsor him to Oxford, I suppose. S'what you do with brainboxes, isn't it?" Mulciber sighed. "Always had too much brain, Severus did. Brain and nerves."

"Why, if we're being indelicate, is it my responsibility to find our problem child a match?" Lucius asked lightly. 

"You and Narcissa know everyone, Lucius. Simply everyone. Surely you know someone who'd…well…take him in hand. As it were." Avery insisted. "He needs a nice…er…husband, maybe?"

"I have suggested no less than seventeen suitable matches, to date. He doesn't want a husband." Lucius sighed.

"Not want a husband?" Avery repeated. He tended to do that, as if he could only understand a concept from his own mouth. "Why the devil not? He doesn't want a wife, does he? Never been that wrong about a chap before."

"He does not." Lucius assured him. "Your reputation is safe, Waltham. Druella Heathcote was interested until he spent an entire dinner explaining the best way to gut rats."

"Rats?" Mulciber's voice had a strained quality. "The poor gel. Cathcart's given him a look or two. Good chap, Cathcart."

"He'd rather purposefully spring a were trap on his leg and then chew himself free. He's willing to leave the leg."

"Gibson?" Avery tried.

"I believe he felt drowning in flobberworm mucus preferable."

"Witherwaite? He isn't gettin' any younger, but he's always wanted a sharp one."

"Boiled in his own cauldron."

"Hallowfield? He's a bit like old Withers but a bit more biddable. As they go."

"Trampled to death by toads."

"The trouble is, we've spoilt him." Mulciber growled. "What about one of those Russians you know? They seem the imperious type. He likes that, y'know."

"He threatened to move to…where was it? Ah, yes, Outer Mongolia. Or possibly Newfoundland."

"What about you and Narcissa? She seems to like him well enough? You'd keep him out of trouble." Avery grasped at straws.

"The Malfoy contracts are strictly bi-partite. The only one coming to my marriage bed is Narcissa. Regrettably for both of us." Lucius winked at the pair. 

Was he a bit foxed? He hoped not, but the port was particularly nice. How did one measure one's level of foxedness?

"Damn!" Avery muttered. "There's got to be someone he'll take."

"He told me that husbands stopped you doing anything really interesting and he likes what he's doing now." Mulciber admitted it mournfully. "He especially said anyone with, well, our ideals, wouldn't let him do anything remotely fun."

"Of course they wouldn't!" Avery slapped the table again. "He'd be…he'd be taken care of. Properly. His blood line's good enough if you ignore the father and his manners are…there…if you ignore his habit of hissing at people he doesn't like. But he shouldn't be running about loose like he is."

"He's too bloody independent. And spoiled." Mulciber declared. "We should have been…well I don't know. He bit you if you tried to tell him what to do. Not you, though, Lucius. Or Narcissa."

"He knew much better than to bite Narcissa." Lucius agreed. 

"I just want to see him…cared for." Avery spoke quietly. "And…and out of this damned mess. If he had a husband like you he wouldn't be in it." He gestured at Lucius.

"I've suggested everyone like me I could with a clear conscience. Unfortunately, I'm not head of his family. I can't really make him do anything." And he'd certainly looked for any connection at all. 

The Princes had a habit of marrying outside England. The sods. The one time he wished for a family connection and the magical community's marriage habits let him down completely.

"We looked, as well. They marry out. Always have. Suppose that's why his mother…well, the less said the better." Mulciber traced patterns in the damask tablecloth.

"Surely he'd take Hadley? Absolute sport, Hadley." Avery tried one last time.

"He would rather snuggle a hippogryph."

[spacegirlinorbit]

Labour

Chapter 1: Labor pains

All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid 

Nymph then a virgin, nurse then a servant 

Just an appendage, live to attend him

So that he never lifts a finger

Year circa 1971 

Don’t think about it, don’t think about it-

A high pitched scream echoes throughout the room. Don’t think- once again cut off by more screaming

oh I wish this agony would end, let it be done

She feels their uninterested stares and cold panic. I cannot die. Or so curse them all if I do.

Sweat rolls down her face like tears from a waterfall.

It's been 7 hours.

Nothing but slight crowning and no motivation to push anymore 

The air shifts

She grunts in anger to try once more 

Poor girl tells her gently push she almost doesn’t hear it with the blood flow pumping through her ears like drums beating

His cold hand takes hold of mine in no friendly manner

oh so he gets to be annoyed, perfect

“Keep pushing”, he tells me without sympathy.

I want to scoff and if I had enough air in my lungs I would 

I grit my teeth and try but it does nothing as my hips are already numb, my legs burning, my belly aching, my heart restless.

someone quick and hit me with a curse now.

“You’re not trying hard enough, I said keep pushing”, he whispers in my ear as he lets go of my hand.

I’m almost grateful for his cold hands as he reaches for the back of neck to push me to sit up 

“Now push,” he commands. 

I let out a deafening cry and gave it my all.

Once I hear the baby wail, I sigh in relief it's all over.

He's already let go and walks towards the babe, I see him look at it and nod to the sheepish girl. He takes his leave but not without saying, “Black make sure she gets her tea and come down as soon as she’s dressed.” 

As he leaves, I finally take a look at my baby. Not yet a name as the ceremony will take place downstairs, per his instructions earlier. Little Cissa brings the babe to me with a kind smile on her face. I send her a thank you as passes the baby into my arms, soon calming from his cries. 

I make quick work to coo him to a gentle sleep, luck is on my side with this one. The baby softly falls asleep without resistance. He’ll appreciate that, I think to myself. He hates the cries. 

I hand the baby back to Narcissa to finish cleaning up. Her mother Druella, my friend over the years, comes to my side to congratulate me and kisses the side of my head. 

“Up we go, they hate to wait, those men.” She smirks at me. I give her a half smile and get out of the labor bed. Blood once again staining the white sheets, what's the point in burning them anymore I wonder. 

Druella helps me slip on a dress and my shoes, she tries to do what she can with the slick greasy hair so she settles for a braid down my back that is acceptable. I don’t care much anymore these days. The sixth child, he should be happy that my womb hasn’t burst yet. 

“Lets go my dear,” She says to me calmly, holding my arm gently. “Cissa! Time to go down.” She calls for her youngest. Druella has been extra careful to keep Narcissa close to her since Andromeda had left the family. 

We make our way downstairs, I do my best to keep my head held high. As we make the last stair, I turn to Narcissa to hand me the child. So the ceremony begins. 

I walk to the ballroom where the crowd of friends, if you could call them that have gathered. The doors open and I enter and try to bear my pain by biting my cheeks. I look down to babe, and again sleeping peacefully in my arms. How I wish it were to last. I take my stance next to Tom at the end of the room in front of a bowl.

“Thank you all for gathering here today as I introduce my new son!” Tom speaks loudly over the small crowd. “Per tradition to the house of salazar, I will give my son the mark of my house.” 

When Tom first introduced the mark to me, I didn't really understand it. Granted he never gave me the mark. Always said, “there is another way to insure your faith”. I wonder what he meant by having his heirs. 

He grabs the babe arm and with his wand crest the mark into his skin. The babe starts to get irritated and I try to soothe as best I can while Tom finishes. Once he’s done, I cuddle the babe close to my chest and rock him. 

“Now at last, I welcome you, Ominis Ivan Riddle!” He shouts across the ballroom, as claps start to erupt. He looks behind him and snaps his fingers. A chair is quickly brought for me to sit at. The next part has to be the most exhausting part of it all. Everyone must come up and welcome the baby with a blessing water, hence the water fountain. This has to be the most cultish part of it, but I’ve learned now to never question Tom's motives for doing what he does. 

Sixth babe. The first comers are of course his siblings, or rather brothers, no girl has been sired. 

Salazar Marvolo Riddle, my oldest at 16, makes his way over with a gentle smile on his face. He dips his finger into the water and swipes the baby's head. “Much strength and stronger faith.” He says and then leans over to kiss my head, “Well done, mother.” I smile back at him. 

Next is what could Sals twin honestly born a year apart. Tom III Corvus Riddle, 15 and aspiring to be too much like his brother. He follows suit as his brother, but not without adding a cheeky comment about, “not more than me of course.” and proceeds to bless him, and gives me a gentle caress against my forehead. 

One thing I did right was raising my children to still know love. Unlike someone I know. 

Next is my young soldier, Oliver Morfin Riddle. At just eleven, has a dignified air around him, most likely finding his ego boosted as the room stands to appraise the boys. He boastly follows suit and somehow manages to have to collect more than enough water on his tiny fingers, it ends up sliding all over the babes head. I smile at him knowingly and he looks at me with slight panic before straightening his back. “May he grow strong and be faithful in faith.” Oh boy, I think I may need to help him more with his delivery nonetheless I tell him well done. He quickly replies without much thought, “ No you well done mother.” and walks away but not before taking a step quickly to hug me. I almost want to laugh. 

Lastly, my gentle angel, Augustus Reuben Riddle, at the ripe age of seven. He nervously makes his way to me. “Hi, August, want to meet your little brother?” I ask him gently. He looks at the baby and then at me and nods silently. I smile down at the boy to reassure him. “Okay you remember what we practiced, dip your finger in the water and then draw a line on the baby’s head here,” I say as I point to Omi's head. August nods and turns to the bowl and moves to dip his tiny finger as he gets on his tippy toes. He comes back and draws a careful line gently across the baby’s head. “Hi baby, I'm your brother. Be strong and have faith.” He repeats the words we’ve practiced the past few days perfectly. I whisper good job and he smiles brightly at me. “Can I sit with you, mommy?” But before I can reply, Tom sends Sal to fetch all his brothers to send off to bed. Per usual, my only comfort was gone. 

“Come on, little one, time for bed.” Sal says to his brother trying to gently prod him away.

“But I want mommy.” He stands firmly and starts to huff.

“Tell you what August, I will let you sleep in my bed tonight if you go get ready now.” I smiled encouragingly at him. He perks up at that and skips off with Oliver upstairs. “Make sure they brush their teeth, Sal.” 

“Always do, mum. Goodnight and good luck.” I almost huff at that, but a line has started to form. Oh good, they want this over with just as much as I do.

Twenty-four-seven baby machine

So he can live out his picket fence dreams

It’s not an act of love if you make her 

You make me do too much labour

[fractured-hq]

NARCISSA BLACK

Birthday: 7 May 1956.

Blood Status: Pureblood.

Gender & Pronouns: Cis-female, she/he.

Occupation: Unspeakable (until she is married), Philanthropist.

Sided with: Death Eater Ally.

Faceclaim: Phoebe Dynevor.

ABOUT THE CHARACTER

SCHOOL

School: Hogwarts.

House: Slytherin.

Extra curricular: 

Slug Club, Prefect, Head girl, Choir, Astronomy Club, Divination, Ancient Runes

BIO

GROWING UP

It was a beautiful morning in late spring, the sun only just rising beyond the horizon when Narcissa came into the world as the youngest member of the Black family, third daughter to Cygnus and Druella Black. Much like the day she was born, her personality growing up was that of a warm, curious child with far too many questions and a sheer need to know it all. The first few years of her life were spent in blissful obliviousness, protected by her older sister Andromeda while admiring the fierceness of Bellatrix. Despite the seemingly kind nature Narcissa seems to have, she was made aware of her duties early on. It was with clear intend to prove to herself and her family just what an asset a third daughter like her could be that she dedicated her early years fully to her studies; the art of poetry, dance and music. She studied the history of magic and practiced whatever and whenever she could in order to rise and become a person worthy of a good match when the time came.  Every minute not spent with her studies was used to spent time with her family - her two sisters mostly or walking around the gardens of the manor. It was clear from a rather early age on that Narcissa seemed to have been granted a green thumb, proving early on that she had an affinity for both the most beautiful bloom a garden could have as well as herbology. That factor alone grew her curiosity for the - in her eyes - much linked craft of potion making.

START OF THE WAR

By the time her letter to Hogwarts arrived, Narcissa had grown beyond the simple kind soul and turned into something more than just that. There was a thirst for knowledge, a belief in the purity and worthiness of those around her. Her big heart, while at times odd, never stopped beating for those she considered her loved ones. It turned her into someone willing to protect and fight for those she cared for. Yet it was the sorting hat that saw what lay beneath the seemingly tame and soft exterior. There was a drive within her, a determination to prove herself and show the world what a magnificent witch she truly was. While her friends were showered with love and kindness, those she felt beneath her were given the cold shoulder in return. The witch was fiercely loyal, to the point where she was both willing to harm as well as put herself in harms way just to assure the safety of those she cared for. When the whispers of a dark lord rising to bring purity back to glory began spreading, Narcissa found herself beaming with curiosity yet also doubtful that such a person could exist. The world she'd seen was filled with those not consider up to her and her family's standard and it filled with a taste of bitterness. When she was informed that her family was therefor looking for a match that could bring all they cared for together, Cissa was aware her time to live up to all she'd been taught had come. If she couldn't join the war effort, she was going to use her skills to the best of her abilities. If that meant marrying someone, she was willing to give it her all. If that meant becoming the much needed, strengthening support, she was ready to burn with the passion she felt so very deep within. It was around that time that her very own sister Andromeda decided to turn her back on the family. In Narcissa's eyes nothing worse could have happened. Her own belief made it hard to see the reasoning as anything she could put logic to but beyond that it felt as though someone so utterly dear to her had walked away with part of her heart, never to return it. Perhaps that was why she dove even further into her studies, never looking back.Shortly after graduation, Narcissa found herself training within the ministry as an unspeakable within the department of mysteries. It was her deep interest in becoming an adept Legilimens as well as the use she saw within the research of the department and potential for secrets that caused her wish to grow into something one could hardly hold the young witch back from.

PRESENT TIME

Narcissa has firmly established herself as an unspeakable, working tirelessly within the department. Ever since first setting foot within the department she's seen nothing but wonderment, never speaking about it yet hoping that one day some of it could be of use to the cause. The only thing she finds herself more dedicated to than that and her love for her chosen occupation are her family. Having grown ever so much closer to Bellatrix since the loss of Andromeda - a pain she still feels deeply - her only other commitment she sees within Lucius Malfoy. Every now and then she finds herself with her eyes glued to the other, studying and ever so desperate to find out more. If this was who her parents felt was right for her, she was ready to take the step as soon as he'd make the call; as soon as her parents would call for the union to become one. Anything to help, to protect and further the dream they all seemed to be living.

CONNECTIONS

Bellatrix Lestrange - Sister; after losing Andromeda, Narcissa has begun to admire her older sister even more, seeing the lost hope within her

Andromeda Tonks - Lost sister; Narcissa misses her sister dearly yet finds it hard to come to terms with the life she's chosen. A part of her knows that there is no going back yet the tiniest spark within her feels a kinship within the need for love

Sirius & Regulus Black - Cousins; One lost, one hanging on. Narcissa has always cared for both her cousins, having found the feeling of an older sister within the connection. Watching Sirius leave has hurt her deeply, always wondering why. Regulus is still someone she cares for immensely and although she wouldn't admit it out loud due to pride, she's incredibly scared of losing Regulus as well

Lucius Malfoy - fiancé - Her parents have had their eye on the Malfoy heir for quite some time and to Cissa he seems like the perfect match

Things to consider:

None at the moment.

Narcissa is currently TAKEN and played by ELIZA.

[a-foray-into-magic]

Dueling Loss.

The day had started off with Bellatrix having a row with her father Cygnus. She'd just been getting her bag ready so she could return back to Hogwarts for the remainder of her seventh and final year. She had known this wasn't going to go well, as Cygnus approached and wanted to speak to her alone. "I would like you to distance yourself from Rodolphus." "I beg your pardon?" "I am having second thoughts. The Lestrange name bound to ours...it would be seen as stepping down. He isn't fit for us. The family deserves better. Surely you see the issue, my dear." Bellatrix set her bag down, listening. The desire to laugh was strong. But she refrained from it as it wasn't a laughing matter. "It's always the 'family'. Never me. You don't give a proper shit what I want, do you? Well, I don't give a damn what's good for the family this time. I want what's good for me and I'm not going to distance myself." She didn't say she loved him. If she did, Cygnus would undoubtedly break them up. Those were words that were foreign to her father. If Cygnus and Druella were hit by the Hogwarts Express, she would not have cared. She imagined herself as the one pushing them in front of the speeding train if she was honest. But she did not speak of how she felt for Rodolphus, not to anyone, though Cissy had an idea. The words had barely escaped her mouth when his fists came at her. Bella's mind went elsewhere as she took the beating. She could very well have hexed him. She could have cast protego to shield herself. She was an excellent witch. She didn't need anyone to tell her this. She was confident in her abilities. However, to use said skills on her father would be a death warrant. And if she were thrown out, who would take the brunt of the hits for Andie and Cissa during the summer holiday? Instead, she simply thought of other things. Other places. The only motion she made was to look at her watch. "I have to get the train," she finally spoke, her sides and core aching. He would never mark her face and let everyone know he beat his daughters. Rather, Bella at the very least. Grunting under her breath, Bellatrix lifted her bag and apparated to King's Cross. Seeing Rodolphus there, she approached, leaving him unaware that she'd just received a fierce beating over him. Instead, she spoke of their match at Duelling Club later on that day with great enthusiasm. Later That Day: Stepping up onto the dais, Bellatrix grinned as Rodolphus joined her. Standing back to back, they took the requisite paces before turning around. Allowing him to send out the first spell, she easily blocked it, returning fire--quite literally--with incendio! Bellatrix was enjoying the duel until the pain in her sides began to really ache. She could manage. She'd have to. They were nearly done. A few more minutes and she'd finish Rodolphus off, and the next match would begin. But as she felt a stabbing pain, Bellatrix realised something was quite wrong. To the point where she didn't block or counter and Rodolphus's curse hit her squarely in her chest and belly, knocking her to the ground. The witch didn't even care that she was going to lose. There was something wrong with her. How could she say so though? Her father would have her head if she mentioned the beatings. The one time that she did, he'd said she was 'given to delusions for attention'.

He was untouchable, and she was suffering for it.

The room went silent as they all stared, wondering if she was going to get up. Her perfect record was broken. It seemed impossible to believe. Bellatrix attempted to push herself up, but the pain was excruciating and she could barely breathe. The silence was finally broken by the sound of heavy footfalls approaching her, and then with soft apologies as Rodolphus lifted her. "N-no…" She pleaded with him. "Shhh." She didn't have the energy to further protest, instead remaining silent as he began to carry her to the hospital wing. "Open the bloody doors," Rodolphus demanded of an awestruck second year. "Duelling Club is done for the day, obviously. Bellatrix is ill." As soon as the doors were open, he moved swiftly through the school, cursing at the moving sets of stairs and curious eyes falling upon them. Bella was indifferent to it all as she lay in his arms. Perhaps she'd die, and be past the irritation of living. As soon as the thought entered her head, she thought of her sisters and pushed it out.

"I need help please!" Rodolphus called as they entered the hospital wing. The nurse blinked before motioning to an open bed where he lay her down with great care. "What happened?"

"We were at duelling club, but there's something wrong. I hit her with a single blast, but that's nothing to her usually. "

Madame Coughlin, a strong Irish witch in a little frame, shook her head. "What curse?" "Just a single defensive blast from my wand." The young wizard replied, before leaning in to whisper something in her ear. Whatever he said brought two flushed spots to the nurse's ear and she brushed her hands over Bella's sides. As she did so, the young witch groaned. She could have screamed, but she held that back.

"I need the Skelegro. Miss Black, lay down!" Bellatrix grunted. She'd rather have broken ribs than a taste of the wretched stuff. She could smell it as the nurse opened it, making her ill. Any medicine that came out of a bottle steaming ought to be banned. Bellatrix felt Rodolphus take her hand, his thumb brushing over her knuckles. He was trying to comfort her. He really was too good for her and her family. She sighed, opening her mouth and taking a sip, nearly spitting it out. It was the vilest thing and it burned going all the way down.

"You're safe here, Miss Black. Please rest," Madame Coughlin urged her. "Mr. Lestrange, you have to go now."

Rod looked down at her and Bella nodded. "Go take your victory lap," she murmured as the nurse gave her a sleeping draught.

When she awoke the following day, there were flowers from Cissa beside her on the table, and chocolate frogs from Andie. Beside her though, in a chair sat a tired Rodolphus.

"The winner!" she smirked, watching his face change as he registered that she was awake. Raising her hand to his lips, he shook his head. "No. You weren't in any condition to fight, my sweet Bella." "Take the win." "No. Now, what did you and your father fight about this time?" "I don't want to talk about this." "Bellatrix." His voice was soft, but firm. He wasn't going to let her off easily and she sighed.

"He said…he regretted putting us together. That….you aren't good enough for the Black family. I told him I didn't care what was good for the family and that you only had to be good enough for me." Bella's heavily lidded eyes fixed on his face. He had to know that he meant something to her now if she was brazen enough to state it to her father. "After he so eloquently told me what he thought about that…" She sighed. "It was time for me to get to King's Cross. I didn't realise how badly I was hurt. I've had broken ribs before. Madame Coughlin says I need another night in here, as she wants to make sure everything has healed up alright. At least I don't need more Skelegro."

Hurt was written on Rodolphus's face. His name was nearly as respected as Black within their world. They were purebloods with a long history. And considering that his parents were of a similar mind as her own, they were a fine match. Bella couldn't really imagine being stuck with anyone else. Merlin knew she wasn't easy to deal with and he did so without question or hesitation. He knew how to calm her rages down, and he understood what it was to live with overbearing parents who dictated every thought and action in their lives. He defended her when some were brave enough to dare insult her. But as his dark eyes met her own, the expression melted away. It was as if he realised what she'd said. That she had stood up for him. And not only had she stood up for him, but she had also made it clear that her mind would not be changed no matter what her father wanted. Bella had chosen him, as he had done for her time after time. She watched him quietly, her hand still in his. It was only a year and a half more until they were free to do as they liked. Break away from the chains that were their families. It would be a glorious day. But for now, they had this. They had Hogwarts, and they would manage.

[pointeblack]

𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞, 𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐚𝐬. 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐫: 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞'𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 ?

FULL  NAME:  narcissa  delphinus  black NICKNAME:  “cissa”  is  what  most  people  like  to  nickname  her,  “cissy”  is  something  she  only  allows  family  and  very  close  friends  to  call  her AGE  &  BIRTHDAY:  26,  november  20th,  1995  1:44pm STAR  PLACEMENTS:  scorpio sun,  libra moon,  pisces ascending GENDER  &  PRONOUNS:  ciswoman,  she/her BLOOD  STATUS:  pureblood LOYALTY:  death  eater  ally OCCUPATION:  socialite,  ballet  instructor FACE  CLAIM:  victoria  pedretti WAND:  ebony  with  dragon  core,  twelve  and  a  half  inches,  unbending FAMILY:  cygnus  black  iii  ( father ),  druella  black  ( mother ),  bellatrix  black ( sister ),  andromeda  black  ( sister, estranged ) BIRTH  ORDER:  youngest

PERSONALITY ...

＼     from  the  outside  looking  in,  it  may  seem  that  narcissa  is  the  perfect  product  of  her  family  environment,  and  she’s  put  on  the  façade  of  being  the  perfect  daughter  quite  well.  so  much  so  that  she’s  worried  that  once  people  look  past  the  family  name  and  the  person  that  she  has  to  be  in  order  to  survive,  they  won’t  like  the  person  she  truly  is  deep  down.  she’s  perfected  the  act  long  enough  that  someones  she  worries  that  even  she  doesn’t  know  who  that  person  is  anymore.

＼     after  spending  her  entire  life  attuned  to  those  around  her,  narcissa  could  look  at  someone  and  tell  by  the  position  that  their  lips  take  when  they  don’t  think  anyone  is  watching  how  they  feel  in  that  particular  moment,  by  the  way  they  speak  to  people  how  they  were  raised  and  how  those  who  raised  them  might  have  been  like  by  paying  close  attention  to  the  way  they  treat  their  company.  she  knew  the  direction  of  a  gaze  that  differentiated  lie  from  truth,  the  telling  habits  of  nerves,  distraction,  or  sadness,  the  tone  of  someone’s  voice  that  gave  away  just  what  they  were  feeling  even  though  that  was  exactly  what  they  were  trying  to  keep  hidden.

＼     positive  traits:  loyal,  clever,  levelheaded,  book-smart,  logical,  observant.  neutral  traits:  prodigious  intellect,  self-discipline.  negative  traits:  hypocritical,  spoiled,  dishonest,  subservient,  prejudiced.

BIOGRAPHY ...

＼     NARCISSA  "cissy"  black  was  brought  to  life  on  a  cold  november  night;  and  though  she  was  to  be  a  twin,  narcissa  would  be  the  only  one  to  survive  their  premature  birth.  from  the  moment  her  cries  echoed  throughout  the  hospital  room,  her  existence  would  bear  the  heavy  weight  of  expectation  in  the  noble  house  of  black  and  the  guilty  conscience  of  knowing  her  parents  would  have  preferred  their  son  to  her.  she  was  brought  up  to  be  prim,  proper,  and  a  pristine  representation  of  the  black  name.  with  her  family  pure  of  blood  and  held  in  such  high  regard  in  the  wizarding  community,  options  were  never  laid  out  for  her.  narcissa  would  be  in  slytherin,  her  grades  would  be  nothing  less  than  outstanding,  and  she  would  never  sympathize  with  blood  traitors  or  muggleborns.  those  were  the  decisions  made  for  her  before  she  even  stepped  foot  on  the  hogwarts  train,  and  as  to  not  stain  her  family  legacy,  she  pushed  herself  to  meet  them  all.

＼     IF  there  was  one  thing  that  narcissa  treasured,  one  thing  she  kept  for  herself  in  fear  of  it  being  ripped  away  from  her,  it  was  her  love  for  dancing.  she  was  only  signed  up  for  ballet  by  her  mother  to  keep  her  busy  during  the  summer  months  off  of  schooling,  something  to  keep  her  distracted  and  out  of  trouble;  essentially,  away  from  her  eldest  sister’s  influence.  they  were  dealing  with  enough  as  far  as  bellatrix  and  andromeda,  so  narcissa’s  parents  weren’t  watching  as  she  fell  in  love  with  ballet.  even  at  school  away  from  her  newfound  home  away  from  home  of  a  dance  studio,  narcissa  had  taken  to  twirling  around  her  dorm  room,  a  consistent  slew  of  bruises  blooming  quite  grossly  along  her  pale  skin  at  any  given  time.  when  she  was  dancing,  she  felt  like  nothing  and  everything  all  at  once.  weightless  with  the  world  on  her  shoulders,  any  and  all  thoughts  replaced  with  white  noise-  emotionless  while  filled  to  the ��brim  with  emotions  beyond  the  imagination.

＼     FINDING  empty  classrooms  to  transfix  into  her  own  little  studio  was  the  extent  of  her  troublemaking,  though  she  also  perfected  the  charm  of  tricking  technology  to  say  that  she  was  somewhere  roaming  the  halls  when  in  reality,  she  was  dancing  her  heart  away.  much  like  her  parents,  she  was  too  busy  with  herself  and  wasn’t  watching  when  andromeda  strayed  from  the  family  and  their  rigid  beliefs.

＼     EVER  the  follower,  narcissa  couldn’t  disobey  her  family’s  orders  when  told  to  cut  off  contact  with  andromeda..  but  it  was  the  first  time  that  she  almost  said  no.  it  felt  like  a  death,  almost..  cissy  mourned  the  little  things,  standing  upon  her  sister’s  feet  and  giggling  as  she  was  guided  around  the  house  although  her  own  were  more  than  capable  of  walking  themselves.  andromeda  was  the  one  who  cheered  her  on  through  everything  and  supported  her  dreams  of  being  a  dancer,  despite  the  concern  for  how  it  would  harm  her,  because  she  knew  that  narcissa  loved  it  more  than  anything.

＼     LEAVING  hogwarts  was  the  only  time  that  she  was  grateful  for  her  lineage  as  a  black,  because  she  wasn’t  pressured  into  finding  a  job  outside  of  attending  social  gatherings  to  keep  up  appearances.  she  was  able  to  disappear  without  questioning  now  that  she  was  of  age,  and  she  would  often  find  herself  at  the  dance  studio  she  frequented  throughout  the  summers.  they  offered  her  a  position  as  a  ballet  teacher,  and  she  accepted  it  with  the  promise  that  her  position  would  be  kept  hush  outside  of  the  studio.  narcissa  couldn’t  be  sure  of  her  family’s  reaction  to  her  passion  bleeding  into  more  than  just  a  simple  hobby,  and  she  was  terrified  that  if  they  asked  her  to  give  it  up,  she  would  without  question.  what  would  she  have  to  live  for,  then?

NOTABLE ...

＼     narcissa  is  not  a  very  touchy  person.  because  she  grew  up  in  such  a  rigid  environment  and  certainly  wasn’t  getting  any  sort  of  physical  affection  from  her  parents,  even  contact  with  her  siblings  or  cousins  had  made  her  slightly  uncomfortable.  she  desperately  wants  to  be,  wishes  to  be  comfortable  with  even  hugs  from  people  that  she’s  close  with,  but  it’s  hard  for  her  to  understand  that  physical  touch  is  a  way  for  some  to  show  their  love.  she’s  never  been  given  the  chance  to  associate  the  two.  due  to  that,  her  love  language  is  a  good  mix  of  acts  of  service  and  gift  giving.  she  loves  to  show  people  that  she  cares  through  gifting  them  things  that  remind  her  of  them  and  doing  things  for  them  without  even  having  to  be  asked.

＼     allergic  to  kiwi.  she  is  left  handed.  almost  always  has  bruises  somewhere  on  her  body  due  to  ballet,  and  she’s  prone  to  poking  and  prodding  at  them  out  of  boredom.

WANTED CONNECTIONS ...

＼     LUCIUS:  these  two  are  wed  to  be  married  by  their  parents,  something  that  was  set  up  years  before  they  even  left  hogwarts  (and  although  it  is  canonly  lucius  for  this  connection,  a  pureblood  of  any  gender  is  acceptable  if  the  lucius  player  does  not  wish  to  keep  this  connection!).

＼     CONFIDANT:  preferably  a  slytherin,  these  two  met  during  their  time  at  hogwarts  and  became  quick  friends  who  shared  everything  with  each  other.

＼     SCHOOL  RIVAL:  narcissa  was  consistently  top  of  her  class,  and  these  two  were  always  at  a  battle  of  the  brains.  striving  for  her  parents’  approval,  she  would’ve  been  at  odds  with  this  person  if  they  were  to  ever  surpass  her.

＼     BALLET:  would  absolutely  love  for  cissa  to  have  a  friend  who’s  also  into  ballet,  or  even  just  someone  who  had  found  out  about  her  love  for  it  and  has  kept  it  to  themselves  at  her  request.

[neitimatch]

Hermione and Druella are looking at their children running around the backyard of their home.

Bellatrix, 6yrs: Come on Andy! You will never catch me you slowpoke!

Andromeda, 4yrs: Yes, but I'm trying to make sure Cissy doesn't get hurt!

Narcissa, 2yrs, holding on Andromeda's hand: Bewwa, I gon' catch!

Hermione lays her head on Druella's shoulder: How did I ever get so lucky as to get to marry you and have three beautiful kids?

Druella: You pretty much fell through timeloop, got sorted into gryffindor and antagonized me at every change you got for future Bellatrix's actions. I'd say you got pretty darn lucky, but I still got luckier.

Hermione: How so?

Druella: Because I got to marry you and have children with you, silly!

Druella boops Hermione's nose.

[daughterofyourdarklord]

Okay, so ten things that Bella and Delphi have in common too pls???

1.) Her little girl’s hair is black as night, curling at the tips.  Bellatrix quickly recognizes it as her own, just as stubborn to brush, all wild and wayward.  Those indistinguishable curls grow as she does, Bella sits behind her daughter before the large mirror, running a brush through her locks, twisting and twirling large strands into beautiful braids.  There’s something peaceful about it, she never much enjoyed doing her own hair, but with the little witch it’s different. 

2.) Her daughter’s laugh is high pitch and clear and so painfully familiar that Bellatrix’s magic falters for a moment when she first hears it. The colorful bubbles she’d been entertaining her child with disappearing in a pop.  She’s quick to start up again, desperate to hear that giggle that reminded her so much of her own mother’s.  She brings it up to Narcissa later, asking if she also recognizes Druella’s laugh cascading from her daughter’s lips. Cissa smiles at her, eyes softening: “That’s your laugh too, Bella.” 

3.) The child is so very playful, physical in every aspect.  Certainly, not a trait passed down by her Father.  Delphini is constantly clinging to someone - holding onto Rodolphus’s legs, Narcissa’s hand, Draco’s dress pants.  She jumps into Bella’s arms nearly every time they’re together, always so eager to be close. Sometimes, she thinks to scold her for it, but she never can.  Even the Dark Lord accommodates to Delphini’s neediness, pulling her into his arms when the child demands it.  She supposes, at this point, he’s rather used to touchy Black witches. 

4.) “Listen to me,” Bellatrix starts, hands tight along her daughter’s shoulders for emphasis.  “Scorpius is your cousin - Draco’s son.  He has the same blood as us - he’s family.  There’s nothing to be upset about, dove. In fact, he’s going to need you to look out for him now. Can you do that?  For me, for Aunt Cissa, and for Draco, too?  Can you look out for your family?”  Delphini nods gently, still not meeting her mother’s eye.  “Why, dove? Why is it important to look out for each other?”  Bellatrix expects her to answer in kind, ‘because we’re family, mama’ she’s hoping to hammer that point home.  Her daughter sniffles before saying:  “Because we’re Blacks, mama.”  There’s a fierce sense of pride that sings through Bella at that. 

5.) She’s watching from the doorway. Narcissa's seated with her daughter on the piano bench, elegant fingers caressing carefully along the high notes.  Delphi is entirely the opposite, slamming down on the keys with such force, the little girl’s frustration becoming more than apparent.  Luckily, Narcissa’s immediate protests drown out Bella’s poorly veiled laugh.  “Come now. That’s not how highborn ladies play piano.”  From her position, Bellatrix can only imagine the reproachful look aimed her daughter’s way.  “The piano is a graceful instrument - delicate, refined, just as we..”  Delphini huffs, dropping her hands down to the bench and leaning back along the seat as though in utter agony, another dramatic sigh follows.  “Auntie Cissa..  I think I need to pick a different instrument..” 

6.) Bellatrix marches into the headmaster’s office, refusing to sit, standing tall while she listens to little Severus prattle on about decorum and respect while referencing an exceptionally disheartened charms professor.  It’s exhausting as ever, listening to the half blood drone on.  She shuts the slimy fool up, at what she imagines is likely not even halfway through his righteous speech, pushing Delphini towards the door before reminding the greasy git just exactly who he’s trying to reprimand. “I thought we raised you to be much more conspicuous!”  She hisses, frustrated but not enough to be hypocritical.  They still go to Hogsmead for tea afterwards - spending the rest of the afternoon laughing behind scones as Delphini recounts all of the circumstances where she was, in fact, much more conspicuous.  

7.) Bella hadn’t met someone that matched her in temperament since Sirius abandoned their family.  She and Delphini are quick at each other’s throats, too combative, too confrontational, restless for a row.  In some ways, it would be refreshing, if it wasn’t so achingly frustrating.  The way her daughter is looking at her now.. Magic humming around her, making those heavy, dark curls stand out, coiling like serpents.. Bellatrix has to take a step back, suddenly far too distracted by the resemblance to even remember what it was that they were fighting about in the first place. Only for a moment, though.

8.) Delphini is a menace on the battlefield.  Whipping around, curse after curse, her magic stretching and spanning in all sorts of ways - it’s wondrous to behold.  That doesn’t change the fact that she gets so lost in the duel, all eager and excited. It leaves her careless in so many ways - open, exposed.  Bellatrix is a ball of nerves the entire time, staying close to her, warding off enraged enemies and stray spells, things the girl would have never seen coming.  Rodolphus is at her side after the mission, nearly laughing at her still anxious expression. “It’s interesting isn’t it..” Bellatrix throws him an irritated look, not sure exactly what he means, he elaborates: “Finally having to worry about someone..  Now you know what it's like.” 

9.) Narcissa is a wreck, Astoria too, both of them perched at Draco’s bedside while he recovers, Lucius promptly summoned from the Ministry.  Bellatrix stayed with her sister until her husband got there, dutiful as ever.  She goes to look for Delphini the minute he arrives.  The cries coming from the cellar give the girl away immediately.  It is a pleasant sight that greets her, Delphini standing over the blood traitor, a rush of red streaming from the end of her wand.  He had hurt Draco, badly at that, and Delphini seems to have taken that personally.  She stops for a moment, two sets of eyes both resting behind heavy lids meet in the dark.  Bella nods and she turns back to the coward, cruciatus quick to follow.  It’s powerful and assertive, and it’s Bellatrix’s (Druella’s?  Delphini’s?) own laugh that chases after it. 

10.) She’s truly a beauty of old blood.  Sharp cheekbones with an even sharper jawline, her father’s eyes resting behind those heavy lids.  Her whole life, everyone had constantly reminded Bella that she was nothing short of stunning - she'd accepted it, naturally, very familiar with her own face, though, the complement always meant so much more coming from Him.  It’s not until she sees her own looks so clearly spelled out on her daughter’s features that she really understand what witches and wizards mean when they say devastatingly beautiful.

[divinedomen]

(  cis  woman  |  she / her  |  olivia  scott  welch  )  ——  isn’t  that  NARCISSA  BLACK ?  yeah  that  is  them ,  outside  the  leaky  cauldron !  they  used  to  be  in  SLYTHERIN  but  apparently  they  now  work  as  a  CLERK  for  the  WIZENGAMOT  ADMINISTRATIVE  SERVICES .  they  always  seemed  to  remind  me  of  uncomfortably  straightened  posture  ,  a  combination  of  pearls  and  jewels  strung  around  a  slim  neck  ,  loyalty  that  can  morph  you  into  someone  you  don’t  recognize  ,  soothing  a  sunburn  with  cool  water  ,  and  velvet  in  a  shade  of  green  so  deep  that  it  almost  appears  black  ,  which  seems  about  right .  anyway  i’ve  heard  they’re  still  a  bit  DISDAINFUL ,  POISED ,  and  CODEPENDENT .  they’re  NINETEEN  now  but  some  things  never  change ! i  wonder  how  being  a  PUREBLOOD  is  affecting  them  after  school ,    especially  now  they’re  NEUTRAL (DEATH EATER INFORMANT) ?  when  was  it  they  graduated  again ,  1977 ?  has  it  really  been  that  long …

𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙸𝙽𝚂𝙿𝙸𝚁𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 :   margaery  tyrell  ( game  of  thrones ) ,  quinn  fabray  ( glee  lmao ) ,  mary  lisbon  ( the  virgin  suicides ) ,  amma  crellin  ( sharp  objects ) .

＊       𝙱𝙰𝚂𝙸𝙲𝚂    .

name :  narcissa  cyrene  black . nicknames :  cissa  or  cissy  ,  but  these  are  reserved  for  those  close  to  her . preferred  name :  narcissa . date  of  birth ,  age :  april  24th 1959  ,  nineteen . gender ,  pronouns :  cis  woman ,  she  &  her . orientation :  bisexual . ethnicity :  white . nationality :  english . hometown :  black  manor ,  to  be  decided . current  residence :  black  manor  ,  to  be  decided . accent :  tba  based  on  hometown . occupation :  she  works  as  a  clerk  in  the  wizengamot  administration  services  department  at  the  ministry  .  there  ,  she  organizes  and  retrieves  court  documents  for  the  wizengamot .  marital  status :  her  betrothal  to  lucius  malfoy  is  currently  being  discussed  by  cygnus  and  druella  with  the  malfoy  family . children :  none .

＊       𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁  𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴    .

height :  five  foot  seven ,  176  centimetres . build :  slight  ,  looks  as  if  she  could  be  blown  away  by  a  strong  wind  ,  but  carries  herself  with  such  rigidity  that  for  some  reason  you  can  be  certain  that  she  wouldn’t  .  a  bit  statuesque  in  posture . hair :  a  dark  ,  almost  mousy  blonde  that  falls  in  loose  waves  to  her  shoulder  blades  .  she’ll  most  often  wear  it  half  up  and  half  down  ,  the  top  section  secured  with  a  black  velvet  ribbon . eyes :  blue . dress  style :  narcissa  is  always  impeccably  neat  ,  she  wears  a  lot  of  white  ,  which  only  emphasizes  her  youth .  her  goal is  to  seem  innocent  and  unassuming  ,  and  most  of  the  time  she  achieves  that  well . tattoos :  none . piercings :  just  her  earlobes . scars :  none . faceclaim :  olivia  scott  welch .

＊       𝙿𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙾𝙽𝙰𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚈    .

natal  chart :  taurus  sun ,  capricorn  moon ,  pisces  rising . moral  alignment :  lawful  neutral . mbti :  infj ,  the  advocate . positive  traits :  poised  ,  loyal  ,  proud  ,  quick  -  witted . negative  traits :  disdainful  ,  haughty  ,  ignorant  ,  sheltered  ,  codependent . quirks :  pressing  her  lips  together  tightly  when  she’s  annoyed  or  uncomfortable  ,  hugging  herself  as  a  form  of  self  soothing . hobbies :  embroidery  ,  writing  sarcastic  quips  about  her  life  down  in  a  journal  ,  pressing  flowers  ,  getting  her  hands  on  books  that  would’ve  been  in  the  restricted  section  at  hogwarts . likes :  artfully  and  painstakingly  smudged  brown  eyeliner  ,  shining  loafers  until  they  look  brand  new  ,  pints  of  pumpkin  juice  with  exactly  four  ice  cubes  ,  painting  her  fingernails  and  toenails  the  same  colour  ,  the  way  her  hair  looks  lighter  in  the  sun . dislikes :  freckling  in  the  summertime  ,  family  dinners  ,  most  meats  ,  appearing  as  anything  less  than  calm  and  collected  at  any  moment  ,  papercuts  ,  being  spoke  down  to .

＊       𝙼𝙰𝙶𝙸𝙲𝙰𝙻  𝙸𝙽𝙵𝙾𝚁𝙼𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽    .

school :  salem  witches  institute  day  school  in  london  from  ages  9  to  11  ,  then  hogwarts  school  of  witchcraft  and  wizardry . hogwarts  house :  slytherin . wand :  walnut  ,  unyeilding  ,   9¾ inches  ,  unicorn  hair  core . graduation  year :  1977 patronus :  non  -  corporeal  .  however  ,  if  it  were  it  would  be  a  peacock . boggart :  her  face  being  burnt  off  of  the  family  tree . favourite  subject :  charms . if  narcissa  was  your  muse’s  amortentia : they  would  smell  the  pungent  aroma  of  white  roses  ,  burning  charcoal  ,  and  quill  ink .

[motherfuckingmaneater]

I love that you headcanon Bella is Cygnus’ favourite and Narcissa is Druella’s! How do you headcanon their relationships specifically? (Not including Andy I don’t like her 😅)

Its ok, no one likes Andy (jk - not jk).

I guess I see the most similarities between Cyg/Bella and Dru/Cissa and that was why I veered to the daddy's girl Bella and mummy's girl Cissa buckets. As for their actual relationships I definitely see the Blacks and Rosiers as very different (which is why maybe Pollux wasn't keen on Dru but Cygnus married her out of love anyway and what difference did it make ultimately? She was still a well-bred pureblood). I also see Bellatrix and Narcissa embodying those differences but still both being very much Black.

Cygnus / Bella - black hair, grey eyes, confident (almost cruel) laughs, haughty in views expressions and beliefs, tall, slim women and tall, broad men, well defined muscle naturally, extremely good looking in unconventional ways, darker (in very dark lashes, high cheekbones, thick black wavy/curly shining hair), expensive in general, rich naturally more earthy scented skin.

Druella / Narcissa - thin, blonde long straight hair, blue eyed, pretty, dainty in aesthetic, pointed noses, fine elegance, quieter, haughty in views but not as arrogant, expensive taste, decadent, scents of flowers and fine silks.

Cygnus and Bellatrix I can see going hunting together on thestral-back or atop their Abraxans, rather being alone than out in society but being ever so charming when they are, reading ancient tomes by firelight, practicing dark traditions by moonlight.

Druella and Narcissa I can see being the most beautiful and well-attended ladies in society, being the centre of attention and jealousy amongst witches, enjoying their herbology and potionmaking, tending beautiful magical gardens.

[sapphicwhxre]

even when

♥︎ pairing: narcissa black x reader

♥︎ summary: narcissa forgets how beautiful she is, but you’re there to remind her.

♥︎ requested: yes | no

♥︎ warnings: self hatred, toxic parents, insecurity

♥︎ a/n: i actually got this ask after posting this headcanon and i’m so happy that someone liked the idea as much as i did !!

what a mess.

narcissa looked at her reflection with disgust. emotions were for the weak and in this world, a woman would never amount to anything by being weak. at least, that’s what her mother had taught her.

smeared lipstick on swollen lips. clumped mascara running down cheeks. pathetic tears of despair wetting skin. if druella saw her, she’d be so disappointed in her daughter. narcissa was supposed to be the put-together one, the proper one. and instead, she was a crying mess.

when her looks were the only thing that gave her value, narcissa couldn’t help but feel bitter hatred for the woman she was when she let tears fall. ugly, pathetic. that’s not who narcissa wanted to be.

you sat beside her in silence, letting her rosy-nosed state pass, playing with the streaks of ebony in her rich blonde hair. the moment you finally spoke, a weight was lifted from narcissa's shoulders. “you’re my world, ‘cissa,” you whispered. “and you’re so, so beautiful.”

“even when i cry?” narcissa scoffed, defiantly. as if you couldn’t possibly love her when she was like this. but you nodded, smiling warmly, warmly enough to share that warmth in her heart. gently, barely brushing lips, you kissed her.

“even when you cry, darling.”

with that, narcissa managed a sliver of a smile. all was well, she supposed, as long as your hands were in hers and you still thought she was beautiful. especially when you both knew you didn't only mean her looks. narcissa would only believe her worth when you were the one telling her and she wouldn’t have it any other way.

narcissa black was beautiful, even when she cried, and fate had you there to remind her.

──♥︎

[mischiefhasbeenmanaged]

Um I sent an ask earlier but I saw your post on Remus and James not being able to tell Bellatrix and Andromeda apart and I want to just mention, what if Bellatrix and Andromeda are fraternal twins? They can still have a strong resemblance while being genetically different. Or all 3 black sisters are fraternal triplets, Bella and Andy can still look the same but Narcissa looks different, I think this could also fix the canon errors if all 3 were born on Cissa's birthday in canon.

It’s definitely a possibility. I personally hc Andy, Bella and Narcissa as being younger than they were because the timelines just don’t add up to me. Which is why I hc them as being very close in age with the marauders.

There’s also a lot of conspiracy and headcannons regarding Narcissa’s father and if her biological dad was indeed Cygnus because of how different she looked when compared to Andy and Bella. Then again, we don’t know what Druella looked like.

Bellatrix and Andy’s physical similarities is very interesting though, especially where they have outright different personalities, characteristics, etc. I’m sure part of this was to drive home that point of “not judging appearances” but I can imagine numerous times where Andy was mistaken for Bellatrix. I went a bit off topic but ugh these are my babies.

Endless possibilities with these ladies 🙃

[askmrsmalfoy]

Miss Black, in my personal opinion, your patronus must be a fox. Or possibly a black swan. Both being very protective of their loved ones, as you are with Draco, but the fox is a quick, witty, and rather a smart animal. Meanwhile, the black swan is a proud creature, yet a kind one to those it trusts. Another resemblance of all three of you is your beauty. The fox, with its gorgeous coat, no matter the colour or style, the swan with its feathers, and you with everything. Especially your eyes.

To go on, the fox is quick minded when it comes to dangerous situation while the swan doesn't stop until it scares away the predator.

The main thing is that all three of you share, is your devotion to protect. During the final battle, you risked your life by lying to the dark lord, knowing he can easily read your mind to see if you were lying. You sacrificed your wand to Draco and walked around the castle searching for him with no protection. Your child was and, I assume, continues to be your top priority. Just as a fox or a black swan.

Does that make sense to you, Miss Black?

[[ I love all of this. A lot. I loosely thought about what patronus Cissa would have a while ago and thought of it being a swan. For the reasons stated above plus the idea that she and her sisters were called Cygnets as children by Druella (because their dad is Cygnus and they probably always followed him around lmao)

I'd never looked into her patronus being a fox though and I really love the idea! All of that fits so well! I know she doesn't have an official patronus, so there would be nothing cannonly notable about this, but if I remember correctly Bellatrix kills a fox when she accompanies Cissa to spinner's end. It always seemed unnecessary to me but combined with this, it sorta seems like a foreshadowing into Bellatrix that she would sooner betray Cissa and her child before the cause and Voldemort. ]]

[ofwxtches]

basic information.

Full Name: Narcissa Black

Nicknames: Cissa, Cissy

Age: 20 - 27

Birthday: 14th May

Sexuality: Bisexual

Relationship Status: Single

Patronus:

Boggart: Her sisters dying

Affiliation: Neutral

biography.

Narcissa is the youngest, and last daughter of Cygnus and Druella Black. She was there last opportunity at getting a son but that was not to be. She had a some what sheltered life, living out of the city, with her sisters and cousins to play with. From the outside it didn’t necessarily look like Narcissa fitted in with the Black family. She was as fair as her sisters were dark. But Narcissa liked this. She liked standing out. She liked being the one that her parents showed off. She liked being the centre of attention.

Her parents were not exceptionally loving, and quite distant. But that was okay. For the lack of love she got from them, she didn’t lack anything else. Anything she wanted lovely Cissa got it. She was pretty spoilt, but she was the baby of their little family. She got along well with her siblings, and they were a little trio from the start. From a young age Narcissa grew a deep value of family. There wasn’t a lot Narcissa would not do for her family.

Hogwarts was all that she had hoped it would be. She was sorted into Slytherin, and her family name basically made her a queen. She loved being there, even if she did carefully choose her friends. She had a close-knit group, and she was immensely loyal and loving towards them. It was during her Hogwarts years that Narcissa developed a passion for potions. She was good at it, really good at it. It wasn’t long before she was secretly brewing potions for her fellow students. Of course, it was a way of also manipulating them too. But, Narcissa soon learnt that she was good at that too.

When she graduated school, Narcissa knew that she didn’t really need to get a job. Daddy funded her lavish life style, and her future husband would too. But, she woman kept her potion making up. It was something she loved, and it kept her busy. Of course, it didn’t hurt to have her own money too.

Narcissa never officially joined the death eaters, even though she agreed whole heartedly with the movement. She just had no desire to fight nor take the mark. She fully supported her sister and her close friends taking the mark, though she never took the mark herself. Cissa happily supported and  funded the death eaters where needed, whilst also ensuring that her father, and the Blacks,  heavily funding every charity that they could. The Blacks needed to continue to be up standing members of society, even if they didn’t agree with some involvement of members of their society. Narcissa put up with it because she knew that one day the purebloods would be rightfully on top.

The only individuals that Narcissa truly trusted were her sisters. She tolerated most people, but she would do anything and everything for her sisters. That was why it was so heart breaking when Andromeda left. It completely through Narcissa, and even these years later Cissy isn’t fully over it. Of course she still adores and loves Andy, but one would never tell. She refuses to speak about Andromeda, barely acknowledging that she has a sister. That way she can’t get hurt.

She was technically only young when her sister left, barely finished at Hogwarts, but it changed Narcissa’s entire outlook on life. She holds everyone at arm’s length, apart from Bellatrix. Her older sister is the one person she now trusts in that world. But even with Bella she is careful. Narcissa refuses to allow anyone close enough to hurt her ever again.

Now Narcissa is 27, still holding people at arm’s length, and manipulating her way through life. If this is how she stayed strong, then it was worth it.