Remus had never managed to achieve grades that could be considered impressive, even if the majority of them were statistically above average. Working hard to ensure he passed each of his classes in a way that felt acceptable to the standards he set himself, obtaining his Apparition License had been a similar test of focus. Sometimes he felt as though he should make use of Apparition more often. He knew his mum would jump at the chance to be able to magically transport herself across the country, especially now that her health was in steady decline. But recently he had discovered walking to his destinations was a powerful distraction from his thoughts. London was always busy, always filled with new sights, smells, and sounds. Things he could choose to focus on, things he could allow to occupy his mind instead of dwelling on the darkness that clung to him. Which was why he had chosen to walk to Diagon Alley, and why, instead of appearing on the other side of the tired brick wall, he crossed the threshold of the Leaky Cauldron, the pub feeling as familiar as ever. He had expected to see the usual scattering of patrons, had expected the flickering lights, and the lingering scent of Butterbeer. What he hadn’t expected to see was Narcissa Malfoy, heading towards the doorway he was currently standing in. Though they had once been relatively close, they hadn’t spoken properly in years. Forced apart by the war. As refreshing as it was to see her face, he also felt suddenly awkward. “Oh, uh- hi...”

@cissapetal​

The family dynamic of the Bancrofts was a little bit interesting. I suppose as much is to be expected when you are part of a powerful crime family. So, while Dallas was close with some of his siblings and tolerated by others, there were also relationships within them that were a wee bit more tense. For example, the relationship he had with his hotheaded little sister Narcissa. That’s what happens when you put two bullheaded people together, I suppose. 

Typically, Dallas just avoided her. After all, he had his own place now and all of them were adults with their own lives, there wasn’t too much of a reason to be around family members he didn’t want to be. But his position as his fathers second-in-line meant they often had to have fairly private discussions, and often the best place to do so was in his family home. Where, sometimes, he had to make contact with others. As soon as he entered the house and saw his sister he rolled his eyes “Just when I thought I may get away with a visit home and not have you show up too.”

@ofhellview​ 

—Supongo que Lucius fue quien te aviso de todo lo que pasaría en el evento— expresó con una sonrisa mientras llevaba su taza de té a sus labios. Había decidido reunirse con su mejor amiga para poder ponerse al día y sobre todo comprobar que tanto ella como Draco estaban bien

@nrcissymalfoy​

In Law Irritant || Closed

@narcissa-bm​

It was a day that Ted found himself seeing very scarcely, but when his mother had rang him wanting to spend the day with him and Dora and he wasn’t needed at Mungo’s, he jumped at it. With a kiss from Andy, he was out in Diagon Alley with his daughter and mother, the former between them holding both of their hands and demanding being swung. 

Pari Tonks was, in many ways, learning about the magical world at the same pace as her granddaughter-- it was with trepidation that she stepped her toes into the world that had captured her son all of those years ago, but she refused to be left behind when Dora was born, and she had asked Ted to introduce her to more of their society, though she couldn’t for the life of her understand why he asked her to wear such a silly looking jacket whenever they went outside. 

Which brings them to this moment, standing on the street as Dora, tired of walking, now pats Ted’s leg instantly. “Up Daddy, up!” He laughs and hoists her on his hip, pointing out the Owls in the window of the Emporium, much to Dora’s delight. “Can we get one, Daddy?” 

He laughs, wanting to indulge her, but knowing that they ultimately don’t need one. “I think that Cecily would be mad if we got her a friend-- you know how she likes her alone time.” He leans close to her and stage whispers “You could always ask Nanni if she’d like to get one.” 

Dora’s eyes lit up and she clapped, though Pari turns quickly and wags her fingers at the two of them. “Oh no you don’t. Dora, don’t let your daddy get away with that.” 

Ted smiles easily at the two of them as they move on to the next storefront window, though it is while Dora is transfixed watching a toy broom zoom around that he sees a flash of light blue several stores down. His eyes are drawn but his breath holds when he sees none other than Narcissa Malfoy leaving a store. Dora has sensed the posture change in her father and taps his face once, twice, three times before his attention is pulled back to her, her hair now an offensive shade of purple. “Sorry, little love. Daddy got distracted.” He turns again for a moment, seeing her walk closer to them, still not sure if she’s seen them. 

For what it’s worth, Ted doesn’t care if she sees him, but he is adamant to get his child as far away from her and any of her relations as quickly as humanely possible. He turns his body towards his mother, “Mum, would you mind taking Dora over to the Leaky Cauldron-- I know we said we were going to have lunch a bit later, but I think navigating Dora in that place during peak rush would be a nightmare.” His mother’s eyebrows crease and she opens her mouth to ask questions, but Ted flashes her a look that he hopes convey that he will explain later. “I just have to pop into Gladrags for a tick to get a birthday present for a mate.” He shifts Dora into her arms, much to his daughter’s displeasure, as she lets out a cry that turns the head of several onlookers. He kisses her forehead quickly to soothe her.”Hey now, be good for Nanni and I’ll see you in no time... Aren’t you excited for honey buiscuits?” At the mention of food Dora’s hair curled and she gave him a chipper smile, which he returned as he palmed her cheek. “That’s my girl.” he murmured, watching them head off towards the restaurant. 

It’s only when he turns back around to place Narcissa that he sees she’s only feet in front of him and their eyes lock. Here goes nothing. 

“Good Afternoon, Narcissa.” 

ester_exposito: Bonjour🖤

Theo wasn’t one to sleep in. Although he enjoyed the quiet time in bed between waking up and actually getting up, it just wasn’t the same without Evan by his side. That being said, sometimes the world became a little overwhelming. It was rare, incredibly so. Evan needed him to be strong and so he was. But on days where even the sunshine couldn’t bring a smile to his face, he had developed a habit of hiding beneath his covers, staying there until he could no longer justify his actions. It was eleven when he finally wrapped his duvet around himself and wandered to the kitchen to make a coffee. Narcissa would be arriving soon and he couldn’t afford to let her know that he was struggling. She would only ask why, and he couldn’t bring himself to lie to yet another person about his relationship. Admitting he was worried for the safety of his secret boyfriend was more than a casual conversation starter. Waiting for the kettle to boil, he moved around the apartment, hiding the things that belonged to Evan. His shoes, a shirt, the Slytherin mug from the evening they had spent decorating his kitchenware. Confident he had managed to catch everything, he was pouring water into his own Hufflepuff mug when he heard Narcissa apparate directly into the hall downstairs, in the same way Evan usually did. They shared a similar level of secrecy. Pulling his bedsheets more tightly around himself, he called out to his friend, smiling for the first time since he had woken up. “Cissa?” @dvffodllblack​

AU

@whitenarcissa​

—Hey aquí estas— expresó el chico con una ligera sonrisa una vez que logró encontrar a la rubia en aquella calle del Londres muggle donde había varios locales de ropa y restaurantes. El Gryffindor no tardó en acercarse a la rubia y abrazarla 

AU

@whitenarcissa​

—Aun no puedo creer que nos falte recorrer medio lugar— expresó la pelirroja una vez que Narcissa había accedido a que ambas tomaran un ligero descanso de aquella sesión de compras improvisada.

what we had to do // tazie & narcissa

Anastazie stood in the Great Hall, helping to account for the last of the students as they returned to the castle and hurried off to their dorms. On the outside, she still held her calm and commanding expression that had allowed her to keep some semblance of peace in the midst of the chaos that day. On the inside, though, she was buzzing with pride.

Dumbledore had already pulled her aside as he made his way up to his office to no doubt take stock of everything that went wrong today, but not before taking a moment to commend her leadership instincts. One hundred points for Ravenclaw were also thrown in as a reward, which was a nice bonus but didn’t matter nearly as much to Tazie.

It’s not that she had done what she had done just for it to be noticed by the Powers That Be at Hogwarts, a fact that surprised even herself. She had done it because someone needed to step up and take charge or everything would quickly devolve, and she could think of no one better suited for the job than herself. It had been a gut reaction, a rare move she made without any plan for how it would benefit her down the line. Which just made the fact that it was now so much sweeter.

Among the waves of students, Anastazie saw a face that stood out as one she particularly cared about, and she let herself break free from her thoughts and her station for a moment. “Narcissa,” she called out only when she was close enough to not have to yell to be heard. She had seen the Slytherin earlier — in the care of someone interesting, a point she was sitting on as she tested the waters — but it was nice to confirm that she was okay now. “How are you? Did you get too close to any of the action?”

@narcissainbloom​

@whitenarcissa​ said: “Será mejor que estés atento.”

—¿porque acaso los pavorreales de tu esposo van a atacarme— a ojos de Baptiste esa mascota era lo que sin duda denotaba que Lucius tenía un pésimo gusto y aparte era demasiado presumido.

@whitenarcissa​ said:  “No me sorprende.”

Al escuchar a Narcissa Benjy sintió como un ligero escalofrío le recorrió la espalda —Creo que a mi si me sorprende verte aquí— el chico se encontraba en una librería del callejón diagon buscando un libro infantil para darle a Lavender en Navidad. 

What are your favorite and least favorite things about your sisters?

❝   my sisters are--- well, narcissa cares too much and andromeda not enough. 

                                                                      their worst qualities are at times . . . their best.  ❞

sugar plum gala 1978;

@narcissawhite

Rabastan smoothed a hand over the collar of his dress robes, fingers straightening the silky material, dark and smooth and cut with sharp, clean lines. The gala was luxurious even by his standards, the walls dripping with twinkling lights and the ceiling adorned with chandeliers of crystals, each shining brighter than the last. It felt... Special. Rabastan had grown up around galas and dinners, it wasn’t a new concept to him, but the feeling of exclusivity never wore off, the feeling of belonging. Of being wanted there - and whether that was for himself or his name - he wasn’t a fool, he knew the weight of the title of Lestrange - he couldn’t care less. He swept his gaze over the room in search of a friendly face, more keen for warm conversation than the polite chat he knew would be inevitable, and as he made his way over to Narcissa he gave a nod of greeting to several others, making shallow promises to converse later that night, to dance, to drink -to brown-nose like the best of them, don’t dress it up like it’s anything but- “Evening, Cissa, you look wonderful.”

Trataba de mantener la compostura, por suerte era una maestra ocultando lo que sentía, y si le preguntaba decía que su secreto era mentira, y que seguro el organizador de esa fiesta los estaban usando para molestar creyendo que eso sería divertido, pero pronto divisó a Narcissa al otro lado del salón y se acercó a ella —Nadie va a divulgarlo— expresó seria mientras le dedicaba una ligera sonrisa a su mejor amiga, ella misma se encargaría de que aquello siguiera siendo un secreto, en especial frente a sus padres ( @nvrcissamvlfoy​ )

Despair and Threats

WHO: Cygnus Black and Bellatrix Black, Andromeda Black, Narcissa Black, and Regulus Black WHEN: January 14th, 1978. 5:45PM. WHERE: Cygnus Black’s chambers

The atmosphere was somber in Cygnus Black’s chambers as he awaited the arrival of his daughters and nephew. He had gone around yesterday to personally inform Bellatrix, Andromeda, and Narcissa that their presence was required, and he had sent Regulus an owl this morning. He would be leaving tomorrow, bright and early, and there was things that he needed to run by the younger members of his family. Reminders of family, of duty. Times were changing, and the Black family had been attacked. That would not stand, and he needed to remind them of what it meant to be apart of this family.

He glanced over the table, which was set neatly five plates. He’d informed the house elves that he wanted dinner served promptly at 6:15. He had told the children to arrive at 6. There was a knock against the doors of his chambers, and Cygnus plucked his cigarette from his lips so that he might be able to greet whomever it was that had arrived. He raised an eyebrow, his lips twitching slightly at the person who stepped inside. 

“You’re early.”

@forgottenandromeda @nrcissvblvck @adbellatrix @reg-ablack

@nvrcissamvlfoy​ said:  “¿Qué? ¿No vas a decirme ‘salud’? Lo recordaré.”

—¿A ti? No te diría nada que no merezcas— expresó con molestía al escuchar a su prima