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Post by Narcissa Black on Jan 25, 2009 4:17:27 GMT -5
Narcissa disliked rubbing shoulders with the common people.
Ever since the summer months had started to wane, Narcissa had been privately dreading her return to Hogwarts. At home she was trapped in a refined cage of adoration and isolation, wrapped up in emerald green walls of Slytherin ancestry and pride. Yes, she felt suffocated by the endless hours of holing up in her room...but she couldn't deny the comfort she drew from Bellatrix's ever-constant presence. Her elder sister had visited the Black Manor for a month that summer, and Narcissa had basked in the older woman's attentions. How pretty she was, Bellatrix would say. How perfect and polished and pure. Of course, there was always an underlying tone of sarcasm in Bellatrix's voice, but Narcissa didn't care. Bellatrix had always been torn between resentment and possessiveness over Narcissa, and the younger girl had grown used to the venom-tainted love that she received from her older sibling.
Now, though, Narcissa was going to be alone again.
Before Bellatrix had graduated, Narcissa had felt supreme in her power. She said and did whatever she wanted to because nobody was stupid enough to mess with Bellatrix Black's baby sister, but when Bellatrix left, Narcissa learned what it meant to fend for herself. She found that even without the threat of her older sister, she was able to demand a certain level of respect...but it was never the same again, and that was hard for her to adjust to.
Drawing out of her contemplations, Narcissa jumped as Madam Malkin's fingers slipped. The pointed tip of the hemming needle bit her sensitive skin, and in an instant Narcissa's pale face turned the chalky color of sour milk.
"I'm so sorry Ms. Black! If you'd only hold still...my, you look awfully sick. Would you like to sit down?"
Feeling a genuine surge of Black superiority, Narcissa arrogantly turned up her nose and raised a meticulously plucked eyebrow.
"I'm paying you to hem my robes, not skewer me. The next time your hand slips will be the last time that a Black sets foot inside of your..." Pausing as though to search for the proper word, Narcissa looked around scathingly, noted the pile of dusty robes in the corner, and then met Madam Malkin's gaze with a dripping grimace of pure dislike. "...humble boutique."
Looking affronted, Madam Malkin huffed and puffed in a not-so-quiet display of temper, bustling about Narcissa like an agitated hen. She angrily stabbed at the fabric around Narcissa's dainty legs, tugging at the robe harder than was necessary, but Narcissa ignored the unpleasant woman's futile attempts at vengeance. She did not feel the icy prick of the needle again, and when it was time for her to pay, Narcissa handed over the allotted amount as though it were nothing more than charity.
"Thank you so much for your patronage," Madam Malkin said through gritted teeth, and Narcissa straightened her shoulders, shook back her mane of snowy blond hair, and waltzed out of the shop without sparing another word for the frustrated seamstress. After all, Malkin was a mudblood...and that made her favor worth absolutely nothing.
Outside, the weather was mild and uneventful. People dressed in outdated fashions and clumsy colors gawked at shop fronts, clamoring around windows with jealous eyes and empty pockets, and Narcissa avoided them like the plague. They were filthy, just like the rest of this horrible little alley. It bent like a crooked elbow, saturated with shops and dirty wares, and Narcissa wished that she was back at home, away from this claustraphobic cess pool. However, as she headed towards Gringotts for her final transaction of the day, Narcissa caught a flash of red hair in the crowd and instantly recognized the freckly face of Lily Evans. Narcissa's lips twisted into a sickening sneer, and she fought her way over to the hot-headed Gryffindor.
"All alone Evans? My my, but don't you look fetching. Once a muggle always a muggle. Isn't that right, mudblood?" |
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Post by Lily M. Evans on Jan 27, 2009 21:10:08 GMT -5
Fairytales. Lily hadn't often believed in them. Okay, so she did when she was little. The idea of living in a castle, with your prince charming at your side, and life was perfect! Even with the little animals running around. But little did she know, she was living her own fairytale.
The Girl went to Hogwarts. And This year she would be Head Girl! Which meant she could put Narcissa FINALLY into detention whenever she made her life a living hell. And not only did she have that title, James Potter, was Head Boy, which translated into them being the Golden Girl/Boy of the school, and of course Prince and Princess. And they were dating, and madly in love And not to mention there were tons of little animals running around the lawns.
Everything was perfect, until she heard Narcissa Black's elegant voice enter her ears. Obviously as usual insulting her. Glaring she turned around and crossed her arms over her navy blue tank top, and felt her plaid skirt lift up just a little in the wind. " Black. Always a pleasure to see you. Tell me, what should I put you in detention for first? Sneaking off to Hogsmeade and Snogging Lucius every chance you get?" Her emerald eyes were dark as she felt her ponytail sway behind her. [/size] |
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Post by Narcissa Black on Jan 27, 2009 22:14:27 GMT -5
"Your wit has always been so strikingly sharp, Evans," Narcissa purred sarcastically. "...one of your better qualities I'm sure."
Narcissa grinned like a glutted feline then, all teeth and bestial malice. She glowed with a haughty satisfaction that set her silvery eyes sparkling, and unlike most women, Narcissa looked stunning in her contempt; already the brief exchange of insults had her pale cheeks flushing, but she was only beginning to feed the rush of adrenaline.
"And to answer your question, you should probably put me into detention first for hexing you. I think I'll do it when you're busy mucking around with pretty-boy Potter...how does that sound, Evans? Head Girl and already covered in sticky black boils. Of course, it will be such an improvement to your natural appearance...anything would be better than all those nasty little freckles."
Already less than two feet from Lily, Narcissa smirked and leaned in close, wand poking out from behind her extravagant green traveling cloak like a crooked finger. Her eyes hooded as the expression on her face boiled into obvious hatred, and then, just as the handle of her wand began to warm ominously in her hand, Narcissa's violence cooled.
"It's your lucky day, Evans. Maybe one of your last?"
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Post by Lily M. Evans on Jan 27, 2009 22:32:21 GMT -5
As if matching her mood, Lily's hair seemed to become a brighter red as she felt it start to rise a little bit at the end. It always did this whens she was extremely angry. Thus, she always did this when she was around Narcissa. She didn't know what it was about that girl, but she always knew what to do to make Lily ticked off. And this time, was no different.
"Oh well I take great pleasure in that compliment I assure you Miss Black. I wish I could say something about you in that way though. Oh wait, your hair does look good today. If it gets any blonder you might look five years younger! So what is that, carry the one, hmm indeed. How would Lucius like to have a wife that looks like she's eighty?" Lily smirked at her and kept her arms crossed over her chest, her wand staying in her skirt pocket.
"And to answer your question, you should probably put me into detention first for hexing you. I think I'll do it when you're busy mucking around with pretty-boy Potter...how does that sound, Evans? Head Girl and already covered in sticky black boils. Of course, it will be such an improvement to your natural appearance...anything would be better than all those nasty little freckles."
If it wasn't for Lily's petite stature or her flaming red hair, someone always found something else about her. Like her freckles. It annoyed her immensly when they did that! They weren't that obvious were they? EVANS! Her mind yelled at her and she mentally shook her head. Her eyes looked at her confused though. How did she know about her and James when Severus didn't?
"Well, maybe a few wrinkles will add to yours. I think it would compliment your hair quite nicely."
The girl shot back. Sure she didn't have comeback wars often, but when she was around Narcissa, it was almost guaranteed that insults were going to be thrown.
Rearranging her expression to one of detatched amusement, Narcissa slipped her wand away and slanted her eyebrow upwards in challenge."It's your lucky day, Evans. Maybe one of your last?"
"Oh really? Is that a threat? Or a promise?" Lily had already discreetly moved one of her fingers around her wand, that way she was ready to pull it out in seconds. There was no way she was going to let Narcissa win.
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Post by Narcissa Black on Jan 27, 2009 22:52:21 GMT -5
"Just an observation, Evans. No need to get all flustered about it...my, what a temper you have. Your face is almost as red as your hair. You might try cooling off a bit."
As she spoke Narcissa gripped on to the handle of her wand, and the air around Lily went from mild to freezing in an instant.
"I am surprised with your behavior, though. For a head girl you've got such a dirty mouth. I'd suggest rinsing it out...but then again, nothing can scrub away muddy blood."
Narcissa stepped back as the chill from her own spell began to spread outwards, and then the charm broke. Warmth practically sizzled in the space between the two catty girls, and Narcissa wrinkled her nose in disgust.
"Oh, look at what you've made me do. All this talking has broken my concentration." |
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Post by Lily M. Evans on Jan 27, 2009 23:07:33 GMT -5
"At least my eyes aren't as dark as my heart."
Suddenly the air around her was freezing. And it didn't help that she was only wearing a tank top and a skirt. Shivering slightly, Lily rubbed her arms for a few moments. Her knees were almost shaking in the fridig temperatures.
"I am surprised with your behavior, though. For a head girl you've got such a dirty mouth. I'd suggest rinsing it out...but then again, nothing can scrub away muddy blood."
All she did was glare. She couldn't STAND it when anybody even slightly mentioned or implied her being a 'mudblood'. And everyone knew that. Especially James. He was the first one to hex the person into oblivion if she didn't get to them first. He never called her that, not even jokingly. That word held too many memories.
"Oh, look at what you've made me do. All this talking has broken my concentration."
"Honestly. I'm amazed it has lasted this long. With the way your mind wanders so aimlessly. Tell me what's it like, to be the richest, most stuck up air-head heiress in the Wizarding World?"
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Post by Narcissa Black on Jan 28, 2009 20:14:01 GMT -5
Narcissa leaned in close, pursed her lips lasciviously, and whispered into Lily's ear, "It feels amazing."
Intentionally overlooking Lily's unsophisticated insults in favor of her own brand of cruelty, Narcissa smiled sweetly and stepped behind the red-headed Gryffindor. If Lily wanted to avoid leaving her back exposed, she would have to turn all the way around to keep up with the blonde Slytherin.
"You're almost pretty when you're irate," Narcissa teased unkindly. With a predatory smirk and an icy gleam in her powder blue eyes, her resemblance to Bellatrix was suddenly uncanny, and in that moment the inherited depravity that came with the territory of being a Black completely consumed her features. Narcissa couldn't help it...Lily brought out the worst in her, and it showed.
"For the record, my slatternly little philistine, it would behoove you in the future to think before you speak. You'll find that most notable members of pureblood society won't be as forgiving as I am." |
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