" Beauty was your armor. Fragile stuff, all show. But what’s inside you? That’s steel. It’s brave and unbreakable. And it doesn’t need fixing. ”
- Rise and Ruin, Leigh Bardugo
She’s stayed relatively quiet within the ranks of the Death Eaters, finding power through Lucius and her uncanny ability to whisper in his ear here and watch something die there. While she wasn’t at the Battle of the Highlands herself, she was there to tend to Lucius when he returned, and what he revealed of the events there terrified her. Once again, her picture-perfect scene has been shattered, and all she can think to do, for now, is to put it back together again in any way she can, by whatever sordid means she deems necessary.
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Look like the innocent flower but be the serpent under it.
✤ Name: Narcissa Black.
✤ House: Slytherin.
✤ Loyalty: House of Black / Death Eaters/ Slytherin.
✤ Also known as: Cissa, Cissy.
✤ Blood Status: Pureblood
Narcissa grew up trailing after her older sisters, only able to keep up with them thanks to their constant waiting for her. She adored them both: Bella was her protector, the one she knew would always take care of her no matter what happened. Andromeda was the one to provide the maternal care that their mother lacked, who looked after Narcissa’s heart. Her sisters were her idols and Narcissa never wanted to be separated from them. Of course, that happened when they went to Hogwarts. Narcissa became her mother’s little shadow then, always in Druella’s company and learning how to be the perfect lady.
They always told you lovely things. No tales of horror and war for the golden-haired angel. And in a way, that shaped who you became. Ice Queen. The words followed you around the halls, for that was how they saw you. Above them and cold. You were told to only concern yourself with your place in society and how people perceived you, everything else you shouldn’t have to worry about. You close your eyes and ears to what’s going on around you. You allow them to see the porcelain of your skin, but never the iron that lays beneath.