Post by narcissa walburga black on Jul 12, 2009 12:00:07 GMT -5
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When she was only two, something happened to Narcissa that left an ugly scar, the only reminder she has of the incident today. Her mother tells her she probably fell in the rose garden, but something about that doesn't seem right to the teenager. Whatever it was that happened, was pretty bad, because her back left shoulder blade aches every so often. When she mentioned this to her mother, the nervous flutter Druella was sent into convinced Narcissa more than ever that something had gone on that her family wasn't telling her.
After that, her childhood went by without any major incidents. She started showing signs of magic around the age of five (a crystal vase exploded when she started yelling at Bellatrix). Of course the occassionaly sibling squabble was never lacking, considering Narcissa's explosive temperament, but not anything that wasn't patched up with a simple Reparo or soothing words. Usually, she was always the one to start the arguments, and wouldn't back off until she was sure she was the winner. She never got punished for being the fight starter, because the word no didn't start existing on her vocabulary until later. When she was ten and was curiously exploring her estate, she ran into a door that wouldn't open with a simple unlocking charm.
Dedicating herself to find out what was behind that door, it was long before it was discovered that it was her father's study and that it was strictly 'Off Limits'. Which meant no entering. Which, translated in Narcissa language, meant finding the way to get in there. And she did. But the consequences were not what she imagined them to be. She had always had her daddy wrapped around her finger, but when she saw the rage in his eyes when he found her there, she knew that their relationship would never be the same. And it wasn't. Since then, after having her own father punish her so cruelly, Narcissa doesn't trust her family. One, because nobody made anything to stop him and two, because after that, she made her best to separate herself from them.
So coming to Hogwarts was one of the best things that could have happened to her. It was a year after 'the incident', and Narcissa wanted to forget all about the tense atmosphere at home. Throwing herself into her studies seemed like the appropriate thing to do at that time. She discovered her love for Potions and Astronomy and dedicated herself at being one of the best students in that subject. As much as she loved those two subjects, she soon found out that her skills in Transfiguration were lacking, and deemed the subject below her for her to actually pay any attention to it. She was selective with her friends, and soon she found herself surrounded by only purebloods and the top of Slytherin. That was how she came to know Lucius Malfoy. One of the most promising prospects to her.
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Early afternoon sunlight streamed through the windows of the hallway casting multicolored patterns on the the flagstones underfoot. A few spots of rain decorated the windows, each one like a diamond as the light shone through it. Narcissa swished her way down the corridor, her heels clicking on the stone as she moved, the hem of her robes swirling around her ankles. She had an hour to kill now, before her next class, and there were a few things she had to do before she made her way down to the dungeons for double Potions. It was her favorite subject, or at least, one thereof, and it would be a nice finish to the day.
She entered the bathroom slowly, when she reached the door. For once, it was empty. This made a change to usual, as Cissa usually found it was full of girls clamoring to use the mirrors. She sashayed across the room, stationing herself in front of the central mirror. Leaning her hands on the sides of the basin, she examined her reflection, staring into her own green eyes. She gave a sigh, gathering her hair up into a knot behind her head before letting it drop back in waves down her back. It's golden color was particularly lustrous today, though it was probably due to the color of the light in the bathroom. She twisted it up again, turning her head this way and that to see how it looked in different positions.
Once she had done this, she examined it a few more times, catching the odd tendril between her fingers and rearranging it until she was sure it was absolutely perfect. There was definitely something to be said for perfection. After all, she had a reputation and she was loathe to let it slip. Narcissa's appearance was one of the most important things about her. She dined out endlessly on her figure, and it was always sure to get her the attention she craved, though of course it was always and only Lucius that she wanted.
Still, it was best to look as good as she possibly could. That was what women in the Black family were generally considered to be for, though of course having brains was also an advantage. That, and a talent with the Dark Arts. Bella was really the sister to consider for things like that, though Cissa was no amateur. She just was more of a sideline supporter than an actual activist. All power to Bella, though, she thought, as she pulled a deep red lipstick from her bag and began to apply it to her lips, She certainly shows everyone else who's boss... She pouted at her reflection before replacing the lipstick in her bag.
She listened as somebody walked into the bathroom she ignored it as she took one last look at herself and vacated the second floor girls bathroom. She then began to make her way down to the Slytherin Common Room. As she walked she saw a few of her fellow Slytherins she waved to them but kept walking she had to get to the slytherin common room and be there for just a little bit before class she had some things to think about.
It seemed a never ending adventure down to the common room but was thankful when she finally got there. She sat in the chair closest to the fireplace and leaned her head backwards in hopes of not being disturbed from her thoughts. She needed to sort them out before her next class began or she would be all to distracted from anything the Professor said.