Post by narcissa catriona black on Jul 5, 2012 19:31:58 GMT -5
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[/b][/div]narcissa catriona black
fifteen ▪ slytherin ▪ teresa palmer
One gray, tattered photograph on the fireplace in the Black Manor of an aggressive looking Cygnus and a relieved looking Druella holding an angelic baby with tufts of blond hair atop her head.
”This is our last one Dru. I won’t be disappointed again. You know I wanted sons and all we’ve been able to produce are daughters. Little girls who run about and cry over things.” Cygnus had the kind of voice that seemed rough around the edges. His eyes were worn, as if he’d seen too much in his life so far despite being in his mid-thirties.
”But look at our beautiful daughters, my love. And look at our newest addition to this family. God has granted us an angel. Please tell me you’re happy. Tell me you love them as much as I do?” Druella was pleading. There was still sweat upon her head from the delivery. She looked frail, as if she might break at any moment.
”Of course.” Cygnus turned soft for a moment. He did love his family, despite his disappointment. And his wife was correct. This infant before his eyes already wore the beauty of something entirely untainted by the world around them. She defined the very purity their family promoted. ”I will always love our family. We will raise these three daughters right. They’ll serve us well.” Cygnus murmured, his thoughts moving in a new direction. He had plans for his little girls.
A brightly lit photo of three little girls sipping tea on a sprawling lawn before a mansion, all of them wearing pleasant little party dresses. Two of the girls have hair as dark as the night in wild curls. One of them has hair as bright as the sun, vibrant and free.
”Papa says it’s very important that we always mind our manners.” A pristine looking Narcissa murmured to her sisters, knowingly. Andromeda snorted out laughter and Bellatrix’s eyes looked jaded.
”Cissy, don’t be so silly. Just enjoy your tea. Papa isn’t around to scold us right now. He’s off doing business.” Meda giggled, forever entertained by life.
”Actually, Meda, you’d best mind Cissy’s reminder. Mama could come check on us at any moment. As for you, Narcissa Catriona, you shan’t remind me of anything for I am your elder and should be doing all the instructing here.” Bellatrix had her haughty tone down to an art form even though she could only be about 7-years-old.
A weathered looking photo that’s been left out in a garden shed in a box for ages of two little girls waving farewell to the Hogwarts Express. Leaning out the window is Bellatrix, tufts of wild hair catching on wisps of wind.
”I’m going to miss her most.” Narcissa whispered in her sister’s ear. ”I wish we could go too.”
”It will be our turn soon. Next year for me, the year after for you.” Andromeda offered with a shrug.
”I’ll write her every day. Will you?” Narcissa asked her, brows raised and challenging. She always wanted to be Bella’s favorite.
”Only on the days when I have something to say.” Andromeda giggled, thinking she’d made a joke. Narcissa wasn’t having any of it and only let her brows knit together, annoyed.
”Do you think she’ll miss us too?” She asked, a worried look overcoming her.
”I suppose. But she’ll be having so much fun. She won’t miss us too terribly.” Andromeda seemed so unaffected and Narcissa couldn’t help but wish she felt the same.
A fading photo of two girls standing side-by-side next to the lake at Hogwarts. One girl is older and wears a wicked expression. Beside her is Cissy. The photo is taped to inside of Cissa’s school trunk.
”Arabella Rein, you wicked soul! Do you parents always let you speak so?” Narcissa inquired with a laugh.
”I had two older brothers with far worse mouths than mine. I think I’m okay Cissa.” Arabella told her with a knowing grin.
The two of them had spent hours out on the lawns, sprawled in the sun, catching as many rays as they could.
One image of a dark haired girl covered on molasses and looking as if she could light fire with her fury.
”Oh, Emma, it looks as if someone’s covered you in muck in your sleep.” Narcissa told her dorm-mate with a condescending smile. The girl across from her offered over nothing but silence. Narcissa hated the fact that Emma never played along, but accepted this as a challenge.
”Smile for the camera dear.” Narcissa told her as she snapped a photo.
A photograph of a beautiful young blond standing beside a fireplace with a gleaming Prefect badge emblazoned on her chest.
”I’m just so happy I got it. I mean, I’ve worked so hard for this badge and I’m going to put it to use. Papa will be so proud of me, don’t you think?” Narcissa jabbered away to her two sisters as their mother fiddled with a camera lens.
”It looks nice on you.” Meda told her, proud of her sister.
”Of course Papa will be proud. He knows how badly you wanted it.” Bellatrix offered, placing an arm around Narcissa’s shoulder as if guiding her sister.
”Of the way girls. This one’s just of Cissy.” Druella scolded them as Narcissa beamed at the camera.
”This is our last one Dru. I won’t be disappointed again. You know I wanted sons and all we’ve been able to produce are daughters. Little girls who run about and cry over things.” Cygnus had the kind of voice that seemed rough around the edges. His eyes were worn, as if he’d seen too much in his life so far despite being in his mid-thirties.
”But look at our beautiful daughters, my love. And look at our newest addition to this family. God has granted us an angel. Please tell me you’re happy. Tell me you love them as much as I do?” Druella was pleading. There was still sweat upon her head from the delivery. She looked frail, as if she might break at any moment.
”Of course.” Cygnus turned soft for a moment. He did love his family, despite his disappointment. And his wife was correct. This infant before his eyes already wore the beauty of something entirely untainted by the world around them. She defined the very purity their family promoted. ”I will always love our family. We will raise these three daughters right. They’ll serve us well.” Cygnus murmured, his thoughts moving in a new direction. He had plans for his little girls.
A brightly lit photo of three little girls sipping tea on a sprawling lawn before a mansion, all of them wearing pleasant little party dresses. Two of the girls have hair as dark as the night in wild curls. One of them has hair as bright as the sun, vibrant and free.
”Papa says it’s very important that we always mind our manners.” A pristine looking Narcissa murmured to her sisters, knowingly. Andromeda snorted out laughter and Bellatrix’s eyes looked jaded.
”Cissy, don’t be so silly. Just enjoy your tea. Papa isn’t around to scold us right now. He’s off doing business.” Meda giggled, forever entertained by life.
”Actually, Meda, you’d best mind Cissy’s reminder. Mama could come check on us at any moment. As for you, Narcissa Catriona, you shan’t remind me of anything for I am your elder and should be doing all the instructing here.” Bellatrix had her haughty tone down to an art form even though she could only be about 7-years-old.
A weathered looking photo that’s been left out in a garden shed in a box for ages of two little girls waving farewell to the Hogwarts Express. Leaning out the window is Bellatrix, tufts of wild hair catching on wisps of wind.
”I’m going to miss her most.” Narcissa whispered in her sister’s ear. ”I wish we could go too.”
”It will be our turn soon. Next year for me, the year after for you.” Andromeda offered with a shrug.
”I’ll write her every day. Will you?” Narcissa asked her, brows raised and challenging. She always wanted to be Bella’s favorite.
”Only on the days when I have something to say.” Andromeda giggled, thinking she’d made a joke. Narcissa wasn’t having any of it and only let her brows knit together, annoyed.
”Do you think she’ll miss us too?” She asked, a worried look overcoming her.
”I suppose. But she’ll be having so much fun. She won’t miss us too terribly.” Andromeda seemed so unaffected and Narcissa couldn’t help but wish she felt the same.
A fading photo of two girls standing side-by-side next to the lake at Hogwarts. One girl is older and wears a wicked expression. Beside her is Cissy. The photo is taped to inside of Cissa’s school trunk.
”Arabella Rein, you wicked soul! Do you parents always let you speak so?” Narcissa inquired with a laugh.
”I had two older brothers with far worse mouths than mine. I think I’m okay Cissa.” Arabella told her with a knowing grin.
The two of them had spent hours out on the lawns, sprawled in the sun, catching as many rays as they could.
One image of a dark haired girl covered on molasses and looking as if she could light fire with her fury.
”Oh, Emma, it looks as if someone’s covered you in muck in your sleep.” Narcissa told her dorm-mate with a condescending smile. The girl across from her offered over nothing but silence. Narcissa hated the fact that Emma never played along, but accepted this as a challenge.
”Smile for the camera dear.” Narcissa told her as she snapped a photo.
A photograph of a beautiful young blond standing beside a fireplace with a gleaming Prefect badge emblazoned on her chest.
”I’m just so happy I got it. I mean, I’ve worked so hard for this badge and I’m going to put it to use. Papa will be so proud of me, don’t you think?” Narcissa jabbered away to her two sisters as their mother fiddled with a camera lens.
”It looks nice on you.” Meda told her, proud of her sister.
”Of course Papa will be proud. He knows how badly you wanted it.” Bellatrix offered, placing an arm around Narcissa’s shoulder as if guiding her sister.
”Of the way girls. This one’s just of Cissy.” Druella scolded them as Narcissa beamed at the camera.
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