Toujours Pur

Well, it seems a stranger has found their way to my private journal...

I am Narcissa Malfoy (nee Black, and Mrs. Malfoy to you!), wife to Lucius Malfoy, mother to Draco, and sister to Bellatrix Lestrange.

You'll have to work very hard to get on my good side, because I am difficult to please. I was brought up with a strict Pureblood sense of propriety and royalty, and I hardly associate with those below me. But once you get me to flip my switch, or if I don't like you in general, I can be downright ruthless and I will bring you down by whatever means necessary.

My family means everything to me. If you threaten one of us, you threaten all of us, and you will rue the day you were born.

P.S. If you want to get on my good side, bribe me with the Backstreet Boys and Fabio. ESPECIALLY Fabio. Mummy needs her playtime too, you know?

Pottermore: CatWitch194
Twitter: RoyallyNarcissa

Siriusly Smiling Book-era
Will RP with group AND others!


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Narcissa did not attend her sister’s trial.
She was unsurprised when she heard of the outcome, and knew Bellatrix was happy with her decision to be true to the cause. Narcissa was weary of the cause, weary of Aurors and war and happy to live life free with her husband and son at her side.

One day, less than a week after Bellatrix was condemned to Azkaban, an unfamiliar owl landed by Narcissa at lunch. The creature held out its leg patiently as Narcissa tried to place it, then finally took the letter. The owl flew away immediately, not waiting for a response or a treat, which struck Narcissa as odd.

She unrolled the parchment, and was shocked to find it was a letter from Andromeda.

She hadn’t heard from her sister since before she had left the Black family to marry a Mudblood and become a disgrace. She considered burning the letter and pretending she had never gotten it, but she had already lost one sister this week. Perhaps Andromeda was repentant.

She read the letter, and immediately regretted it. Her sister not only had the indecency to be happy with her new lot in life, but had born a halfblood child. Her letter bragged about the whelp’s metamorphmagus ability, and had the audacity to suggest that they meet.

Please, the letter implored. I miss you.

Narcissa carefully ripped the letter to pieces, wondering when it was that she became the only Black left with sense and spine intact.

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— The Course of Empire  via Fanfiction.net, slightly better than the one I was complaining about earlier (and still loathe the storyline for it)

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