Black, Narcissa Elladora

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NARCISSA BLACK,

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We used to think it was impossible
Memories seem like so long ago
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TODAY IS IN THE AIR AGAIN

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ABOUT YOU[/color][/font][/center]

Hello There! What's up? Well, my name's CAIT and I'm darn rad, especially for a SEVENTEEN year old! I am a FEMALE, in case you wanted to know. Anyway, I've been in this roleplaying world, doing my thing for THREE years. It’s pretty cool. Let's see, what else? Oh! I also play NO ONE ELSE YET. and I’ll be hanging out here EVERY DAY [/color][/color]

ANOTHER INCIDENT THAT JUST WENT OFF

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THE BASICS[/color][/font][/center]
FULL NAME: Narcissa Elladora Black
NICKNAME(S): Cissy

I only allow Bellatrix or Father to call me this, however. Anyone else that dares to speak to me in such a way will be immediately ignored. I am to be appreciated by others, not talked down upon.
SEX: Female
AGE/DOB: 12 February, 1962
HOUSE/assOCIATION: Slytherin
YEAR: Fifth
BLOOD STATUS: Pure!
SEXUALITY: Straight
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THIS TIME I WON'T TAKE THE BLAME

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THE APPEARANCE[/color][/font][/center]

FACE CLAIM: Jessica Stam
EYES: My eyes are a striking shade of ice blue. They are rather almond-shaped. My lashes are usually long and thick, but it all depends on how much mascara I wear. Besides, I don't need to enhance my beauty by much, I'm already gorgeous.
HAIR: My hair is past my shoulders. It is stick straight and nearly white in its blonde color. But, that only depends on the lighting. But, of course I look good in any lighting. Because of my excellent poise, it is never in my face. Mother always told me to keep it pulled back so that everyone could see my beautiful face. I think she only said that because she wants everyone to know who I am. And, why shouldn't they? They should tremble with apologies if they dare look upon me without my permission, after all.
BODY TYPE: I am rather frail for I am not so fond of eating. I have seen the effects of gluttony on certain family members and I would rather not have that happen to me. Because I'm rather thin, my face is somewhat gaunt, but that just depends on how much I had eaten in the past couple of weeks or so. I don't really have any curves, but I expect those will come eventually. I'm not really bothered by it since I'm already betrothed.
SKIN TONE: I have an exquisitely white face, the tone set into a soft shade of porcelain. It sparkles in the moonlight especially, which is my favorite time for people to look at me. I just believe that I appear heavenly. I have no blemishes on my face, but if there is even a chance of one, I have a special cream that makes them invisible. Mother ordered it especially for me.
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: My hands are rather non-feminine if you understand. I hate having my nails short because it just increases their manliness. So, naturally, I take care to have my nails long and sharp. It's not as if I do anything myself, so there's no worry of me breaking them. The only thing I really do with them is read and write. What more does a lady of my status need to do?[/color]

PRETTY OBVIOUS WHO NEEDS TO SHUT UP

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LIKES:
Reading
Writing
Watching
People knowing who I am!
Being admired
Silence
Being doted on
Having nothing to do
Staying indoors (No sunburns for me!)
Library
School in general
Structure
Lucius
Rules
Obeying my parents
Doing extra credit
Going beyond the limit in my schoolwork
Doing homework and projects ahead of time
Keeping to myself
Playing the piano
DISLIKES:
Constant Chattering
People not acknowledging me and my status
Those below me in rank and grade
Small children
Clutter
Disorganization
Lucius
Procrastination
Uncleanliness
Those that don't appreciate books
The Marauders
Voldemort
HABITS&QUIRKS:
I have a habit of playing with my fingers when I get nervous or jumpy about something in particular. Sometimes, I play a little tune on my imaginary piano that I play at my side. I can hear the music in my mind and it relaxes me. Sometimes, I even have this little habit of dusting off my skirt, even when there's nothing on it. I pull on it when I get uncomfortable.
STRENGTHS:
Potions
Comprehension
Fooling others into thinking I'm an airhead (usually to mock them)
Keeping my composure even at the brink of a meltdown
Holding my own
Getting out of trouble (I have a way with pouting)
Bottling my anger
WEAKNESSES:
Trusting Others
Allowing other people to know who I really am
Lucius
Flying (It scares the living daylights out of me!)
Transfiguration (It's the only class that I have less than an Outstanding in)
OVERALL PERSONALITY: I am a rather independent person, if we get down right to it. Although I have people waiting on me hand and foot at home, I make sure to do things my own way at Hogwarts. Of course I don't go out of my way to get my own food, for that is the job of those wretched House Elves, I do work hard for excellent grades. Mother and Father expect the best of me, especially with the rumors clouding around Andromeda. I enjoy being in the library during my free time, usually alone. I don't have many people around me for most know my status and believe me to be a snob. I mean, I am of the noblest birth, so I believe I have the right to point my nose in the air at those beneath me. They will get nowhere in life, so what are they to me? Nothing at all. I have a rather cold nature, for I push everyone that feels the need to talk to me away. I don't have any use for unnecessary chattering, for I have to focus on my O.W.L.S. I have to be perfect.

Mother always wants me to do my best when it came to school and I have to show her that everything I do will turn into perfection at its close. She had never really liked me to play the piano, but I convinced her to allow me to continue its practice, especially since I have a way of persuading people and a certain talent with the instrument. I am a goody-two shoes, for I do not wish to break the rules at all. I think it's fun to follow directions. It makes me so irritated when teachers believe it necessary to give us guidelines instead of a structured assignment. I have no imagination at all. I have no room in my rational brain for such trivialities as that. Even though I do enjoy reading about everything possible, it does not mean I have an open mind. I am strictly under the beliefs of my parents for there is nothing wrong with their opinions. Why should I think them to be wrong, even amongst the fools here at Hogwarts that consider me to be less than them?

I usually keep to myself most days because of my inability to trust people. I never really had a time where this caused me to behave in such a manner of sadness or something of the sort. I have always been taught that portraying your feelings and innermost thoughts are unladylike and inappropriate. Besides, I have no need of telling others what I really think because I know that most of them have grown up in a home much like mine where they believe the thoughts of their families. I cannot argue with a mind that is already made up.

I do enjoy the best of everything. I have been spoiled from the beginning and I don't see a thing wrong with that. I am just very loved by both of my parents. Bella was always doting on me now and then as well for we just clicked as I got older. She taught me the rules of the land, but there was always something different about my raven-haired sister. I love her dearly, but I cannot understand her insanity and unruly behavior at times. She has to learn to control that temper of hers. Sometimes I feel terrible for Rodolphus, but he doesn't talk that much so I have no way of knowing his opinion.

I choose to show Lucius that I like him, but I don't really have a strong affection towards the young man and I suppose that is my own fault. Maybe one day I will learn, since neither of us have a choice in getting married to each other. I will not deny that he is extremely attractive and butterflies flutter in my stomach when I meet his eyes, but I don't know what that means. I am only aware that I must marry him and produce an heir. As of right now, there is nothing else for me to think of him. I am trying my hardest not to allow my irrational brain to gain control. After all, what do I know of love but of its follies?
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JUST HOW LUCKY DO YOU FEEL?

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WAND: Six Inches, Mahogany, Unicorn Hair
PET: I have a pure white cat named Blanchefleur. It means white flower. I have always loved the French language, especially after learning my family's motto. Toujours Pur. Always pure. Blanchefleur is just like me in all ways. She has poise and elegance with eyes like mine, an icy blue that chills anyone who meets them. She obeys everything I tell her to do.
BROOM: I refuse to fly. It is the most horrifying feeling in the entire world being so high up in the sky without worrying about falling. I didn't feel that I had complete control over my broom the first time I rode it, so I immediately ordered its dismissal. I wasn't going to be riding something I couldn't control. That's simply asinine.
AMORTENTIA: There is always a kind of scent that I smell when around this particular potion: cinnamon. I cannot explain why, but I simply adore such a fragrance. It is simply delightful. I believe Father reeks of this spice and it is a known fact that a girl usually tries to find a man that is much like her father. There is also a kind of cologne that attracts me and although I hate to admit it, it is the scent Lucius seems to wear quite often. I do not prefer to admit that I am rather attracted to the man, but what do you expect? I must show a certain amount of affection, at least in front of my parents. Anyway, I also smell a kind of cleanliness. I believe, almost regrettably, that this goes back to Lucius. He is just so held together and proper. It's somewhat maddening at times, but I do believe it is one of the only reasons why I am affected by his presence.
MIRROR OF ERISED: I do wish in my deepest of hearts that I could travel away from my family, with Lucius I suppose, and simply gaze at everything. I wish that I was not caught up in the ways of the Dark Lord or the Aurors, but it seems to be the only thing I hear about nowadays. Most of all, I wish to see Lucius out of the group of Death Eaters. It pains me to even think of going against what he wants, but it is just so dangerous. What if he were to be killed? But, then I begin to question why it is that I care. I suppose I don't want to have to go through the process of trying to feel something for another man. It's just rather irritating.
BOGGART: My greatest fear is to have nothing. I am a creature of comfort, obviously. Who wants to be outside when you can sit in front of a fireplace with a good book? If my family were to disown me or they were all killed in some way I would be devastated. I wouldn't know what to do with myself because family is so very important to me. I know that through it all, they will always love you, no matter how long they burn off your name from the family tree. But, I could not wish more despair on Mother and Father. They have already been through too much, especially with Sirius and the rumors surrounding Andy. I just couldn't bear to cause them any distress. It wouldn't be right nor would it sit well with me. Family is one thing I shan't betray, no matter what.
DEMENTOR: My worst memory was discovering that I was to be wed to Lucius Malfoy. Do not get me wrong, I find him attractive and alluring in nearly every way, but I had hoped to befriend a pureblood gentleman and introduce him to my parents. But, that is never the case with my family. I should have known from the beginning that they would pick someone seemingly random but with a lot of ambition. And Lucius definitely has that. He is smart and proper, but what of his sense of humor? I try to be light and funny, but I have yet to see him crack a genuine smile when he has been around me. I suppose that was what bothered me the most. I was just so shocked that they wouldn't let me choose. I had to tell myself that Bella thought it was alright when Mother and Father chose Rodolphus for her. She didn't seem to mind it too much but I suppose that she is not as romantic as I think I am. But, then again, I do have a very rational brain and that succumbing to feelings of affection can get one into a lot of trouble. I'd rather save myself the trouble and pain.
PATRONUS: My patronus is in the form of a white Lion. It may be shocking that such a ferocious animal is a rather frail girl's patronus, but I am not so soft when prodded, to be frank. The memory I always use to conjure such a beast is when I was about six, sitting outside with Andy and Bella, talking of nothing. There were so many smiles and goodwill that I thought nothing could go wrong with our lives together. I believed that we would be close forever. It takes quite a bit of concentration to keep this memory in place, especially because of where our lives have gone now. [/color]

NO DOUBT WE'D HAVE COLLIDED ANYWAY

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FATHER'S NAME: Cygnus Black III
FATHER'S OCCUPATION: Father is a member of the Wizengamot, notably of course. His opinion is taken very highly, even if some don't really like him. Because of his experience in such cases, he is always appreciated for his wisdom. I mean, who wouldn't want to listen to a man that knows the true ways of the world? He always tells me stories of how the world should be. I agree with him in nearly everything except for the fact that he believes that muggles, mudbloods, and halfbloods should simply be slaughtered. I am not a very violent person, so I would prefer not to see this happen. I suppose it would be alright as long as I didn't have to hear about it or see it.
MOTHER'S NAME: Druella (nee Rosier) Black
MOTHER'S OCCUPATION: It would simply be an outrage for a woman to work outside the home. Of course she needs to run the household. How could she leave its being upheld in the hands of those irritating House Elves? They only know how to follow orders, and sometimes not very well. I do not really like them that much, mainly because they remind me of the dirt I walk upon. She makes sure that meals are made at specific times and that the house stays spotless. among many other menial chores that she simply dictates over.
SIBLINGS:
Bellatrix Black
Bella is my best friend. I couldn't imagine life without her. Honestly, if I didn't have her, I wouldn't have anyone else to talk with. I don't really have any friends, mainly because I have to make sure of their status in life and their blood purity. She has changed a lot since our childhood together, although she was a few years older than me when I was born. I still had never grasped the idea of her sanity until recently. It has become increasingly irritating to be around her for she talks of the Dark Lord obsessively. I do feel sorry for Rodolphus, but I don't have much of an opinion of him. He doesn't talk that much to me, or has yet to make an effort to become any sort of acquaintance with me. I suppose that's alright for it simply reveals to me that he just has a similar behavior to my own. I do find common interests with Bella these days, but I have to get her off the subject of the Dark Lord or she'll talk about him for ages. I do enjoy talking with her about books, but I think she just listens to me. I'm not sure if she enjoys them as much as I do, for I doubt anyone does, but I do enjoy her lending an ear. It means a lot, especially since I don't talk to many people. I believe that Mother and Father have told her to come by the Manor more often because I seem to be in a better mood when she's around. I do enjoy her company as well as her sense of humor. Something about her being around me just calms me. Somehow, it lets me know that everything is okay. It may be contradictory, due to her questionable state of mind, but she is my sister after all.

Andromeda Black
It pains me to know that she has been seen by other students at school alongside Theodore Tonks, that mudblood that she may be in a relationship with. She may simply be tender hearted towards the less fortunate and undeserving kind, but I do not think her wise to go against our family's beliefs for some boy, when she could find one that was perfectly fine whom Mother and Father prefer. To me, it wouldn't really be that hard,. but then again . . . Andy and I are two entirely different beings. She has always followed her heart and her desires, never the rules. I am a young woman of structure and rationality. I have no time or patience to follow my heart. Even if I'd prefer to do something over something else, I learn to get over it and do what I'm told. That's the way it should be. People shouldn't go around doing whatever they please based on impulse and irrationalities. It's simply absurd and quite irritating. I feel sorry for Andy in a way, for she is losing her chances for a better life. I daresay that going down the path she is headed will only bring her more pain.
OTHER FAMILY:
Sirius Black
I have never really had any sort of affection for Sirius. He was always very close to Andy, which bothered me at many points. I always thought that I deserved more attention. On occasion, when I have the displeasure of meeting with him, Sirius tells me that it is such a shame for me to follow the will of my parents with a mind like mine. Although I consider it a half-compliment, I do not appreciate him telling me that my parents are wrong in their beliefs. What are we all but subjective creatures really? To one looking upon us, there will be two sides to everything but who is to say who is right but the person on a specific team? It is all conjecture, to be honest, even though I am clearly without flaw and wrongness.

Regulus Black
I have always liked being around Reggie. He is much like me in many ways, which is probably why I can stand being around him. He likes to read and he is very quiet. I do enjoy speaking to him on the few occasions that he allows me to hear his voice, but I do not mind his silence. I am not afraid of the solitude that silence brings because it has been many times my safety. With silence comes no room for wrongdoing. The only thing one can be truly blamed with alongside of silence is indifference. In my opinion, there are worse things in life. Reggie has always seemed to agree with me about the purity of society. Once again, he doesn't particularly talk much about any one topic, but I do know that he is rather the opposite of his older brother. Sometimes when others bring Sirius into the conversation with Reggie, I almost feel pain for him. I am not sure of how to react to such a thing, really, but I do have sympathy. After all, I believe I am beginning to know what it is like to lose a most beloved sibling.
HISTORY:
At three o'clock a.m. on February 12, 1962, I was brought into this rather formidable world. From that moment forth, I had been put into a palace of comfort and relaxation. I was constantly adorned with numerous expensive things that fall into the categories of clothes, jewels, and perfumes. I was taught the ways of the world, possibly biased, but I have known nothing but the thoughts of pureblooded egomaniacs. But, I am willing to admit to my arrogance because I have a right to be so cold. I am of the highest order of Wizards, after all. What is there not to be proud about?

Mother and Father gave the best to me when I was growing up so that I knew naught of petty things that other families bestowed upon their children. It was obviously not as exquisite as the items I received. I always knew that my parents loved me, despite their strict authoritative rules. But, then again, I have always liked obeying the ordinances set out by them. It had not bothered me. I had a private tutor up until I was of age to venture to Hogwarts, and I must say that I loved her dearly. Mrs. Rosier. She was a very kind woman, whom I believe was related to me in some way. She taught me the ways of the world, mainly in those of various books. I would never have seen their beauty without such a teacher. Mother always looked down upon some muggle books that I read, but I always insisted that in the area of novels, there would be no thoughts of blood purity. I assure her that books were neutral in every way. After all, if there was even a hint of a novel reeking of muggle supremacy, I would not read it. That's simply preposterous!

Then, I discovered the piano. Never before has any sound captured my heart in such a way. Ever since I learned to play this instrument, I have become calmer and more poised. It teaches discipline and patience, willing you to become a part of it and never leave its side. I always enjoy playing the classical tunes set out by those muggle composers. Beethoven is my favorite. Oh, it just gives me chills to play his pieces. Mother doesn't really like me to play this, but Father and I convinced her that it is becoming to play such a beautiful and challenging instrument. Besides, Father claimed that I had a certain talent for it that he had admitted was hard to come by. He told me of many wizards and witches that would use magic to enhance their skills of the instrument, bu he had never heard anyone play as beautiful as I do. He is undoubtedly biased because he is my Father, but there have been guests at our house that tell me how wonderful it is to hear me play.

I was very close to both of my sisters. Bellatrix always had a kind of aggressive attitude about most things and Andromeda was just the opposite. I suppose that's why I liked to be around both of them at different times. Andy enjoyed playing duets with me on the piano, which I found highly entertaining, especially due to the fact that there were many days of boredom in the Black Manor. I cannot tell you how many times I resorted to begging her to play with me so that I could be entertained. She always thought it amusing and would oblige presently, which always made me extremely jovial.Bellatrix liked to sit in the library with me and read. We may not have talked much together during those times, but she would always ask me what it was I smiled about when I read a certain passage in a particular novel. Life at home became more exhausting when I was alone. It may have been for only a year, but I could barely stand being away from my sisters.

When I turned eleven, I received my letter to Hogwarts, excitement filling my veins at the mere thought of learning even more than I already had in my childhood. I have never really considered myself to be much of a child, considering the way in which I was raised, but it never stopped me from doing what I wished. Of course, that includes everything my parents would like for me to do. After all, my brain is one with theirs for I do not consider anything greater than doing what I am told. It is the best way to succeed at perfection, to be honest. And, I believe I have achieved that with everything I've done so far in my life for them.

At Hogwarts, I never really had that many friends. I mean, I made it a priority to work hard on my schoolwork and put all of my focus on that. I had Andromeda for a while, anyway. Because she is pureblooded and in Slytherin, of course the whole House keeps an eye on her. It was devastating to find her hanging around a mudblood. I cannot display the depth of my disappointment. But, if it is what she chooses then so be it. It will be her own demise and her own loss for she will no longer have me as a confidante. I am trying to give her the benefit of the doubt, considering the fact that she is my sister, my only true friend at school. But, if she is supposed to be my best friend, why didn't she tell me of her relationship with Tonks a long time ago? She probably knew I wouldn't approve, but she still should have let me tell her my opinion and what she was doing wrong. Maybe in the beginning I could have stopped such a relationship from growing. But, alas, I fear it will only get worse.

During the summer after my Fourth year, I walked into the Drawing Room to find Lucius, Abraxas, and my parents all talking together. It was that day that I learned I was to be bound to a young man that I had never really talked to before. It made me a little angry, even though I should have expected it. I remember when Bellatrix had been betrothed to Rodolphus. It didn't affect me very much, but I was glad I didn't have to marry such a serious man. Then, as I'd faced the attractive blonde boy whom I'd never had a chance to talk to for him being a couple of years my senior, I was in the same situation as she had been. In that moment, when he met my eyes, I felt my heart pump maddeningly. He gave me a kind of smile, the only real grin I had ever seen on him. I am somewhat dreading my marriage to him. My parents told me that I was to be wed to him sometime after I graduate.

And, here I am, wondering if I will ever fall in love with the man I am to marry.

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C'MON NOW, MAKE MY DAY

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As Lucius stared at her, Narcissa felt a sort of confusion leak into her expression. She knew he was normally rather quiet, but she wondered if he had been like this with Bellatrix. She doubted it. From what she had heard, they had been on really good terms. Her expression turned bitter at the thought. Then, her mind started to drift off a little bit. It was only when she stared into his eyes did she think of actually being married to him and . . . dare she think it . . . happy? What if they really did fall in love and ended up practically inseparable? She would like that very much, but she wondered if she'd have to stifle her resentment for being around her oldest sister. With a sigh, she gazed up at Lucius, focusing more on him rather than her reveries and whispered, "What does it mean when you smile at me?" Her voice was small, but full of that velvet silkiness that captured it when she wasn't watching herself. She knew it was an odd question, but she couldn't help herself. She wanted to know.

When he grinned, Narcissa tilted her head to the side, her lips parting ever so slightly. She wanted to know what it was that he was thinking about but she found it quite difficult to decipher him. His smile made her heart flutter, however, even if her face remained composed. She pursed her lips when he asked her if she knew Venus. Rolling her eyes, she whispered, "Of course, Lucius. She also is known as Aphrodite by the Greeks. Some call her Cytherea or Kypris because of the place she was known to be created by . . ." She blushed for a moment but did not continue. Listening to him speak, Narcissa couldn't help but feel pleasure root through her soul at the sound of his voice. She had never been there to the place he'd mentioned. She'd heard of it, yes, but never seen it. With a slight smile, she murmured, "I would like that very much. I have never had the pleasure of seeing it in its real beauty, only heard words describe it as such." Being alone with Lucius sounded odd, but another part of Narcissa oddly looked forward to a trip like that.

Narcissa figured he didn't want to talk about this here, so she bit her lip. She wouldn't press it any further. When he spoke, she nodded softly, feeling a little embarrassed that she had brought it up in the first place. But, she was still a child, really. What did one expect? But, although she acted in such a young and innocent way, she knew more things about the other lives around her than she should have. She tilted her head at his laughter and then spun quickly to follow him through the crowd. His scent wafted through her elegantly pointed nostrils and she couldn't help but smile at that pleasant smell. When a bottle of something ancient appeared, Narcissa gazed at it warily. She took the tumbler from his hand, faintly brushing her fingers against his before she brought the glass to her lips. Gazing up at him, she sniffed the drink and then lowered it slightly. It smelled alright, she supposed, but it wasn't anything she was familiar with. "Is it your favorite?" she whispered, unsure of why she'd asked. Maybe she could find it for him when his birthday came along. Her lashes fluttered when he spoke, and a slight blush crept up her cheeks. It was hardly noticeable and she stifled it quickly before she clanked her glass with his. She smiled softly and then took a sip of it. It was extremely strong and she didn't think she'd be able to drink much more of it. Blinking rapidly, she murmured, "Interesting, I must say. I prefer Crème de Cacao cordial myself. Have you ever tasted that?" She smiled up at him, eager to stay in a good mood around him. It felt odd, but she found herself enjoying his presence more and more as the night went on.

Probably due to her intoxicated state.

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BLOODHOUND AND OF NO BETTER PEDIGREE

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