your final year ;
Harry Potter was born in the year 1980, but that's not where we want to be. No, let's go back further. Here is where we want to be. It's March of the year 1978, dolls. The infamous Marauders are in their seventh & final year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry; the first war against the Dark Lord is about to begin. The Hogwarts students are joined by some guests this year. What role will you play & where will you end up?
It's all in your hands now.
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Sunday bloody sunday.
Narcissa had had a rather strenuous day, and not to mention stressful. Being the center of attention at a pureblood only party rather had its disadvantages. Druella had hosted another party at the manor, in hopes that more older pureblooded males would take a keen interest upon Narcissa, the doll of the family. Of course, plenty did. But Narcissa was just a tad sure that they just wanted a layover and were looking for someone to layover. So of course Narcissa took no interest in the matter and spent a majority of the time gazing into her small hand-mirror and rolling her eyes as men approached her, a clear sign that she wanted to be left alone.
"Narcissa, must you be so impossible?" Druella snapped, wrenching Narcissa's fan out of her hand. Narcissa, looking repulsed, ran a hand through her hair smoothly and collectively, ignoring her mother's ignorance. "Mother, mother, mother. Must you dwell back on the 1930's when women acted like tramps and threw themselves upon men in the most unsophisticated manner?" she asked, her blue hues flashing in a malevolent manner. Had she been Bellatrix or Andromeda, Narcissa was quite aware that Druella would have slapped her for her wit and what she would call "pure insolence." But Narcissa was not. Narcissa was the bright flower in Druella's dull and dismal life, and everyone knew it. Cygnus walked in through the door, apparently having forgotten to knock first. "Well that went. Interestingly," he drawled, his cold black eyes landing upon his youngest daughter. Druella scowled at her and Narcissa raised an elegant brow, ignoring the impudent stares her parents were giving her. She crossed her arms over her chest and ventured, "Indeed so. Enlighten me as to why you did not make Bellatrix or Andromeda do this? I was looking forward to seeing them bad-mouth everyone else." Druella let out a slight frustrated hiss and removed her hat, revealing her tight black hair. "Your sisters can handle themselves well and doesn't need to partake in such events." Narcissa gazed at her mother for a second, her eyes glaring at her mother's own dark eyes. "I don't see why you don't understand that I am not five years old, mother. I am NOT a child and I can take perfect care of myself!"
Cygnus remained quiet but Druella seemed to seeth in even more disapproval. "Bellatrix is older and wiser and you are still nothing but a mere pretty face, Narcissa Black!" The flaxen-haired girl gasped, her usual cold and icy demeanor vanished as soon as the insult was said. She wrenched her hat from her head and shook out her bun, letting her hair cascade down her shoulders, and ripping the priceless pearl necklace from her throat before throwing it down at Druella's feet, and stalking out of the room, down the stairs and out of the house. She knew of no other place to escape than Diagon Alley, a place that could be easily used as a distraction with the hustling and bustling crowd. As soon as she apparated, Narcissa suddenly realized that she still wore the dress she had worn to the party. Cursing at herself, she decided to rush into the nearest secluded shop. She wandered in, before suddenly realized she had barged into Florean Fortescue's ice cream parlor. Mister Fortescue gazed up, raising a brow as he saw the notorious youngest Black sister enter his parlor. "Miss Black," he greeted but half asked, a look of bewilderment sweeping across his elderly-like features. "Pleasure to see you here." Narcissa backed away lightly, a small smile reaching her face. "Sorry, Mister Fortescue, I hadn't meant to come in here." Florean shook his head and bade her in. "You might as will enjoy a little treat." Narcissa sighed and mentioned that she had not brought her purse, much to her dismay. Florean proceeded to say that it was on the house.
"I suppose I'll have a go at it," she murmered sheepishly, ordering a small ice cream. She knew Druella would not have approved of such a fattening substance, but Narcissa could not object.
Narcissa had not been in Florean Fortescue's in years, a decade, almost. Druella never thought it healthy but one Cygnus decided to take the three girls for an ice cream. Narcissa was 5 years old, Andromeda 6 and Bellatrix the bright age of 7. "Papa, why didn't mommy come?" Narcissa had asked, holding Bellatrix's hand whilst Bellatrix scrunched her small nose lightly at the mention of their mother. Cygnus glanced down at his youngest daughter before responding, "The woman is taking care of some business, Cissa, don't fret." Narcissa glanced at Andromeda, we shrugged as they trotted behind their father. Cygnus was a rather handsome man, his tame and lively hair sleek and black, his posture perfect and his straight pearly teeth hidden behind the usual haughty scowl. Bellatrix let go of Cissy's hand and ran over to Florean Fortescue's window, her dark eyes wide with eagerness. "Papa, can we go in?" she pleaded, turning back around to her father and sisters. Cygnus paused for a moment before sighing. "Fine. Don't tell your mother, is that understood?"
Those were the days.
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