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Post by Sirius Black! on May 3, 2010 23:23:31 GMT 1
Sirius roared with laughter at Narcissa's response to what he had done. Such a drama queen. He doubted very much that she noticed that he cut her hair (at the moment), but knew she would notice later when she was running a brush through her hair one hundred times, or whatever it was that she did to try to look perfect daily. It was really pathetic, actually, on how she thought she was looking perfect all the time. In Sirius' eyes, she looked far from it. Her nose was just a little too up-tilted, and her hair just wasn't the nicest texture. He could pick out a trillion tiny imperfections that just made him think of her as imperfect as a whole. It could be because he just disliked her, or because he legitimately saw the wrong in her, or maybe it was because she strived so hard to be perfect that all the imperfections stood out in contrast to what she wanted to be. Whatever it was, Sirius thought her to be average in looks, and extremely sub-par in personality. Overall, she didn't pass for even a decent human being. When Narcissa puked all over his feet, his scrunched his nose in a way that almost looked snobby.
"Not feeling so perfect now, are you Narcissa?" Sirius said, a tone of malice in his voice as he looked down at her with no pity in his eyes. "You're not looking too perfect, either."
Sirius couldn't even bring himself to use the whipped cream and feathers. His cousin just looked too... pathetic. It wasn't fun to keep going and going unless the person being pranked actually responded to it, either in prank or anger form. This was neither. He knew this was just her way out of getting him and James to continue bothering her, and he felt as if he could see right through her. He grimaced at the mess she made on his shoes.
"If that's your version of a spit clean, you're doing it wrong," Sirius said to her, chuckling, not caring in the least that she was crying.
Sirius watched as James cleaned up his cousin's mess off of his shoes, and dumped Cissa's clean clothes in her own puke. "It was too kind of you to clean my shoes with her clean clothes. She should have licked them clean..."
Sirius trailed off into a mock sigh. As he allowed his cousin to continue carrying on, he took off the button up shirt he was wearing on top of a t-shirt, and pulled out a pair of shorts from his pocket and tossed them to James. The two boys were about the same size, except James was a bit more broad from playing Quidditch, and Sirius was a bit taller and more slender. Regardless, he had been able to put James' shirt over his own, but he had picked out the shorts mainly because he was able to bunch them up and put them in his pocket for safe travel.
"Here, put these on, we're leaving," Sirius instructed, not wanting to be in the now foul-smelling room any longer. Besides, Narcissa ruined the fun, and he was getting bored.
When James mentioned about Narcissa almost getting him killed, he rounded on his sobbing cousin, anger rising in him. "She what?!" Sirius demanded, not even looking at James but at Narcissa. "What did you do this time, you spoiled prat?"
Sirius was very angry. It was one thing for his family to attack him for he was quite used to that, but it was another thing for them to attack his friends. Yes, they might infuriate his enemies with him, but still. Trying to get one of his best mates killed was something completely different than just pranking them, or something along those lines! Word Count: 675 [/size] |
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Post by narcissablack on May 26, 2010 21:22:22 GMT 1
The tears continued to flow down ‘Cissa’s cheeks. Vomiting was perhaps one of the most unpleasant situations she could have put herself in today, after all the unpleasant things that had already happened. Her stomach still churned, threatening to up heave itself again; threatening to revolt inside the very center of her being. Her stomach was leading the rebellion, forsooth; her nose followed its ideas starting to become stuffed and then sniffle-y, her eyes stinging and flooded with their saline solution, her chest aching as she gasped to breath. Her spine was sore, her hands shook, her legs and limbs felt weak. Surely this wasn’t all her stomach’s doings; perhaps her dear cousin had cursed the damned beastie he’d inserted into her robes. Perhaps he’d cast some sort of ‘prank’ curse and it had been so poorly cast that it just had these affects on her. Surely, though, any Black could manage a well done curse. Even the scummiest of the scum.
The thing toppled off of her shoulder as she began to dry heave, not a morsel of food or water left in the shell of her stomach. It fell into the pile of mess, flopping about in the yellow acid-filled flood. She barely contained a squeak as it splashed around the muck. However she was not so lucky as to hide the cry of anguish as her clothing, cleaned and folded, was flopped into the mess and rubbed over the boy’s shoes.
She did not feel perfect. She felt sorrowful, depressed, and longing to be held and comforted as she watched her wonderful, expensive clothing ruined in her vomit. Her head throbbed, her body was still in its revolution and her tears were blinding her. She had not been able to imagine that such a terrible day as this would come about. It was all her cousin’s mate’s fault. It was he who had disturbed her in her hour of distress (topped only by her current hour of distress) and it was he who had the nerve to befriend such a bastard as the one who had forced her nervous illness.
She was full immersed in her self-pity, curling the scratching material of the hospital bedding around her shoulders and wiping away the thin sheen of tears and sweat that had formed during the past few moments of incidents. Her arms, under the cover of the blankets, groped herself to make sure that another sort of bug or beastie had managed to make its (assisted) way onto her being. When she was settled, her fingers gripped the corners of the blankets, wiped at her nose, and were just about to fix her hair when the raven-haired boy rounded on her.
She sneered at her cousin. “I merely pushed him into the lake, and only did so because he was provoking me!” The words came out in a sharp snap, clipping her words behind bared teeth. "Because he has terrible aim and clearly cannot swim in even the shallowest depths does not mean I attempted to kill him. He should be thanking me for saving his blood-traitor life. You should be thanking me for saving your friend- one of the few you’ve got, isn’t he? Or is this one the boyfriend you’re fucking when you’re not at Aunt Walburga’s for dinner?”
Notes: I apologize! It's short, I know, but I wanted to get something up while I had a bit of free time.
Words: 552
Muse: 'Cissa's playlist.
Peers: Potter and cousin dearest D:
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Post by jamespotter on May 31, 2010 19:51:24 GMT 1
"No problem." he said to Sirius. "Sorry about the fact that I only had those 'rags' to use for the job." He nodded towards Narcissa's vomit soaked clothes knowing full well by her own boasting around school that they were designer clothes. Glancing down at the clothing, "you're right she should have licked your shoes clean, but..." he looked at Narcissa with shaking his head with a mock sigh of regret "with the lack of experience I'm certain the job would have been sub-standard at best. Though..." he pondered "a future husband would greatly thank you for teaching her the proper use of her tongue. Probably even name their first born after you in honor and appreciation." It was quite amusing to him to put her 'tongue' in the proper place instead of it lashing out insults from that petty brain of hers.
As she continued her overly dramatic reaction to the bug, he watched Sirius take off his shirt and pull a pair of shorts from his pocket. Tossing them both towards him with the words of we're leaving following closely. James was very relieved to hear those words. The thought of staying in the Hospital wing was bad enough but staying with that maniac was downright ill-treatment of the ill. Besides he felt a lot better except for the headache from the injury. No need for him to stay here in this now foul smelling place. Snatching the clothing out of the air he rolled over to the opposite side of the bed. Slowly with a pounding head he sat up, arranging the covers behind him to shield his arse from view he pulled on the shorts.
Gingerly he stood up, placing his bare feet on the cold floor, pulling the shorts into place at his waist then he took off the gown and slipped into the shirt. Blinking against the headache, his face pale he rounded the end of the bed buttoning the shirt as Narcissa spewed her lies. His eyes blazed with anger at her recount. "YOU LYING TROLL BITCH!!" He seethed as he rocked a little unsteady. "You were on all fours wallowing in the mud, sobbing when I came along. I merely asked if you broke a nail and you physically grabbed me, and hurled me towards the lake!" He was looking at her directly with accusing eyes. "I hit my head and you left me laying there ... laying there in the freezing water!" His eyes flickered to Sirius "You don't need to thank her for anything," his gaze returned to her, "the only reason she brought me up to the hospital is to save her own miserable hide from Azkaban. Probably realize she wouldn't look good in cotton prison grey."
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Post by Sirius Black! on Jul 10, 2010 21:35:03 GMT 1
Sirius watched his cousin heave with a look of revulsion on his face. No one ever told him how much he resembled his family members when he pulled that expression, but it was probably for the best anyways. Everyone knew his temper, and knew being compared to any of his relatives would flare it up. All he could think as he looked down his nose at Narcissa was that she was pathetic. He wondered if she felt exactly how she made other people feel with her ways. He didn't voice any of his opinions, but his hands clenched tightly at his own thoughts. His jaw locked angrily, and he listened to her side of the story without any pity.
"I know what you consider provoking, Narcissa, and for you, it doesn't have to be more than someone looking at you the wrong way," Sirius sneered, angrily. "No one would ever believe you even if it were true. You're foul. Look at yourself. Whatever happened to being composed?"
Luckily, James took the opportunity to speak at that moment, which calmed him somewhat. He chuckled light-heartedly at what he said. "Indeed. Don't think you got the same shine that you would have if you used higher quality materials, but I suppose this will suffice... though I think that if any husband of hers named their child after me, she would strangle the thing herself; no magic required."
Sirius amused himself with the image of someone he detested whole-heartedly naming their child after him, and the idea made him shudder. No, he didn't think he'd be able to stand if Narcissa had a child named Sirius. "If she were to do that, I think I really would change my name to Sir Irus John Potter."
Narcissa finished her story, and his eyebrows contracted angrily. It was amazing how fast his emotions could change. His grey eyes narrowed dangerously, and he took a step forward in order to retort, but James beat him to the punch. Never before had he seen James that angry. True, he became furious with Snivelly, but this was different. It was a shout full of loathing, and Sirius didn't know whether to be impressed or worried. As James spoke, Sirius could feel his blood begin to boil. When James finished speaking, he laid a hand comfortingly on his mate's shoulder, and replied to her earlier comment before anything else.
"If I were fucking James, it would still be a much bigger accomplishment than what you're ever going to achieve; let me guess, your life goal is to marry rich and pure? My, how that takes intiative," Sirius said, coldly. It took every ounce of strength in order to not shout or lash out at her properly. "Look at how pathetic you look right now. You still think you're going to walk out of here composed and the Narcissa Black that everyone expects? Next time you put any of my mates in harm's way, or anyone I deem to be worthier in life than you (which is practically anyone outside of Slytherin), be prepared to never even meet the man you're going to marry and ruin his life in doing so. It'd be worth going to Azkaban to see you die."
Sirius was indeed being rather dramatic, but he didn't care. Nothing would be as dramatic as what Narcissa was being in that moment. He felt like doing something to her, hurting her further, but didn't dare. He was too enraged for words after a moment, and he just glared at her. The concept of someone hurting his best mate seemed incomprehensible. He should have known better that eventually his family would force their way into his social life properly. Up til now, it had never been this bad. In that moment, he had never hated his family to the extent he did then.
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Post by luciusmalfoy on Aug 14, 2010 3:26:03 GMT 1
Lucius had been mucking about on the Quidditch Pitch all morning, having skipped just about every class except for potions. Eventually, he grew bored zipping around and showing off for the couple of Slytherin girls that had followed him from the Common Room and he wondered where his Cissa had gotten off too. Despite this apparent desire for her presence, he had wandered back to the dormitories in order to bathe and get himself looking as perfect as he knew he always looked. His hair was for once not overly long, but more of a medium length. The brush slid through it with ease after he stepped out of the warm bath, his muscles relaxed and the mud removed from his body.
He spent a few minutes scanning the Prophet in the Common Room, sipping a cup of tea he had procured and waiting to see if Cissa was going to return after her last class. There wasn’t much in the way of news, and he soon tossed it aside and scanned the room for anyone who could entertain him while he waited. When he saw no one, he just stood up and wandered over to the window, looking out from an armchair.
After a few minutes of this, he felt a gentle and hesitant tap on his shoulder. A little firstie eyed him nervously as he turned and crossed his arms, asking him what the hell that he wanted. The kid spit out something about seeing Miss Black in the hospital wing because of something that happened with a couple of Gryffindors and that he might want to go see her because she looked pretty upset. Biting his bit and standing up, he thanked the kid (surprisingly) and flicked a galleon at him. Nervously, he had walked swiftly out of the common room and into the hallway.
Lucius Malfoy never thought he’d be worrying about any girl like this in his whole life. He had fully expected to marry some woman that his parents had selected for him and have copious amounts of affairs with meaningless other women that came by the manor. It wasn’t unusual in his world, and he had come to accept that as his future lifestyle until Miss Narcissa Black had come along knocking at his door. Now she was tugging at his heartstrings daily, and he couldn’t do a bloody thing about it for the life of him.
A few hundred different stories ran through his head as he speedily walked his way down the hallways and up the stairs. The questions were endless. Why was Cissa not in class? Why was she with two Gryffindors? How sick was she? It was a crazed litany of thoughts scrolling through his head and it would certainly give him a headache if he didn’t get to the hospital wing and figure out what was going on.
It seemed like it took forever for him to actually get to the wing, and he pushed the doors open quickly, his eyes searching wildly around for Cissy. His eyes narrowed at Sirius’s comments. “Don’t forget about me too quickly Black.” he snapped angrily, “You wouldn’t get bloody close enough.” Walking up behind Cissa, he saw her hair cut in a misshapen way. His fingers touched the recently abused ends, “What happened to you Cissy?” His eyes were full of malice as he looked at the other two boys, but melted when he looked at her weak and ill looking state.
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Post by narcissablack on Aug 14, 2010 4:14:31 GMT 1
“I look good in everything, even prison grey.” She snarled, the blankets still clutched around her shoulders, like a protective shield to keep her from the harmful words (and actions no doubt already being planned in their minds). Except her protective blanket wasn’t really working. Each and every stinging word, threat, and glare made a small part of Narcissa Black’s ego crumble into nothingness. There were very few people that had the guts, the balls, to lash out at Miss Black. There were even less people who could do it was equally harmful as her cousin. Even his friend’s mental slaps didn’t cause her as much pain as her cousin’s words. Perhaps it was because they’d grown up together and she knew he was speaking of things he’d seen. Most just assumed, he’d witnessed everything about her first hand. Did that make his words at least a little right? Her shoulders hunched over even more.
It was true her life goal was to marry a good, fine, pureblood, and respectable (and rich) husband. It was also true that man viewed it was initiative-less. It wasn’t. She worked hard to groom herself to be so perfect, to be the type of young woman a man could want. She could have given up like Andi, ignored her mother like Bella, or just been gross like many of the other girls in the school. She did have initiative. And she would walk out of here perfect, composed, and thoroughly unpathetic. She would be the impeccable Miss Black! She would, she would, she would.
At his last comment, ‘Cissa lost it. Her eyes (which had been perpetually watering since earlier this afternoon) began to overflow and she sobbed. She clutched the blanket around her more tightly, and she struggled to breathe as she put her head down on one of the posts on her hospital bed. It was more than the insults now; it was the young man who’d popped into her head when Sirius started talking about her future husband.
Narcissa hadn’t ever meant to think of Lucius has her perspective husband. They’d begun courting earlier that year and she was now so attached to him her heart broke when she thought that could ruin his life. And she didn’t want to die, either. Both were catastrophic events in her mind, and both possible if Sirius’ tone led her to believe anything.
And it was his voice that broke her out of her sob, to turn around, and to drop the blanket. She tossed her arms around his shoulders, collapsing against his strong and capable chest. Breathing still hurt and her whole body still felt weak, but being against him made everything just a bit better. Cissa felt so fragile when she was around him; his large and sturdy hands could wrap around her waist with ease. Her head tucked under his like a puzzle piece and his chest felt like a wall of stone. This is why girls dating Quidditch players, she mentally noted, because they could be pillars of strength when everything went to hell.
Her tears began to soak up his robes and her fingers clung to his hair and clothing. “Oh it was terrible!” she choked out, her eyes clenching closed. “I had an atrocious class and then Potter came over and mentally tortured me. I even saved his life and all he does is try to ruin mine. And you know how Sirius is and he’s just made everything worse and I’ve had the worst day of my life.” She cried against his shoulder. The words spilled out her mouth faster than she could think.
“I’m so glad that you’ve come to save me,” She mumbled, unaware just why he was fingering her hair.
Notes: terrible waste of text.
Words: 626
Muse: Accepted.
Peers: Potter and cousin dearest. LUCIUS! ♥
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Post by Sirius Black! on Aug 18, 2010 4:17:19 GMT 1
Sirius laughed coldly at her comment about looking good in prison grey. "You can't look good in a colour that's the exact same as your skin tone."
Sirius was being truthful as well. Through the whole scenerio, Narcissa was becoming gradually greyer. He could tell he was hitting home with a lot of thing that he was saying, but he didn't care. It wasn't his fault that she was over-emotional and over-dramatic. He knew that anything she said to him probably wouldn't affect him. He disliked her so greatly that everything she said sounded like mumbling to him. It just went in one ear and out the other. When you hated someone deep enough, their words typically effect... well, at least to Sirius. In Narcissa's case, it was evidently quite the opposite. He couldn't pretend he didn't see the way her face changed every time he said something overly insulting.
Sirius had to pretend to cough in order to stifle his laugh at the sight of Narcissa running into Lucius Malfoy's arms. It was so melodramatic, it was perfect.
"Wouldn't get close enough, would I?" Sirius asked, his tone changing from full of hate to amused. "Funny, because for the past hour or so, your precious... what do you call her? Your shadow? Whatever, anyways, she's been all alone and unprotected. If I had felt like it, she would have been poof! before you were even halfway from your... where's your common room again?" Sirius pretended as if he had to think about it. "Yes, your dungeons.."
Sirius was having a grand time mocking Malfoy. Sirius wasn't known for being a great duelist for nothing, but he doubted very much it would come to that anyways. After any spell-casting, Madam Pomfrey would no doubt emerge and give them all detention in the very least. In his mind, it was all simple name-calling and bickering. Sirius yawned widely and pulled out his pocket watch in a bored fashion. He didn't even bother listening to what Narcissa was whining about to Malfoy. He completely ignored them as he turned to James and said, "It's getting quite late, and this is becoming rather boring. Think we should head out to..." he paused, as he was planning to suggest making a midnight run out to Hogsmeade for something to do as he didn't feel at all tired, but in the presence of two Slytherins, he changed what he was going to say to, "Head back to the common room? Looks like Narcissa has found her wanker in shining robes, or however the saying goes."
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Post by jamespotter on Aug 18, 2010 21:15:54 GMT 1
James had had his say and now it was Sirius' turn. Sirius deserved to put them back (meaning the Blacks) in their place every now and again, for the way he was treated. Frankly it was a very opportune moment for him as he pulled out he stops and let the pathetic bitch have it. Quickly putting her in her place and beyond.
He stood there listening to her accuse him and Sirius of sexual relations. His blood boiling with anger that he gripped the wand he held so hard that he could feel it heating up. He dearly wanted to hex her and probably would have if not for two things, first and foremost that Madam Pomfrey would find out and they or rather he would be in trouble and the other was the person that just walked into the room, Malfoy. Suddenly wary he shifted his position to see Malfoy better and to put some space between he and Sirius. Just in case things got interesting.
Mostly ignoring Narcissa's yet again overly dramatic emotional collapse into Malfoy's arms he stood there looking bored rolling his eyes while Sirius stifled a laugh. Of course 'looking bored' did not mean he was or wasn't ready to move into action at a seconds notice.
I had an atrocious class and then Potter came over and mentally tortured me. I even saved his life and all he does is try to ruin mine. And you know how Sirius is and he’s just made everything worse and I’ve had the worst day of my life
"Now Narciss" he said calmly and somewhat like a parent explaining to a child as he adjusted his glasses with his left had. "You give me way too much credit, I know I'm a genius and top of the class but really," he paused slightly "one can't 'torture' a person mentally if there's nothing there to begin with." He didn't care that he just insulted her in front of Malfoy. If the Slytherin wanted to start trouble, well he most certainly came to the right place. He was spoiling for a fight, though he doubted that Malfoy would do anything ... for the odds were not in his favor. Narcissa's wand was not close enough for her to use quickly while he and Sirius had theirs close to hand or in James' case in his hand.
Just then Sirius suggested they leave. Which was fine by him. He wanted to get as far away from that blond lunatic as possible. "Sounds great, let's go!" He said then moved across the room to the door, making sure to keep an eye on Malfoy the whole time.
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