do you mind? -o p e n-

[narcissa]

SOMETIMES I FIND IT HARD
• to believe there's someone else who could be •
JUST AS MESSED UP AS ME

Narcissa glared at the trophies from across the room, her arms crossed across her chest in a defeated manner. She wasn't too happy at the moment and wasn't going to be for the rest of the evening. Never before had she have to serve a detention like this, and quite frankly the youngest Black wasn't going to do what she was told. Cleaning, polishing-whatever you call it- was more of a servants duty, not that of a young, wealthy teen. She glared as though the trophies would clean themselves, however Narcissa knew this wasn't true. She cursed underneath her breath; how dare she have to do this! Not only was this specific duty boring, but it was downright degrading as well. The professor that had given Narcissa the detention was clearly unaware of where she came from or better yet who she was exactly. Sure, Narcissa herself wasn't of any power, but her family was a very influential, powerful clan of pureblood witches and wizards known to be aligned with the dark side.

But what exactly did Narcissa do that would make her have to serve a detention? Well for starters, Narcissa had been talking during her History of Magic lecture and had to be told several times to shush up. As if that wasn't bad, a certain comment made by the professor about bloodlines had caught Narcissa's attention. He reported that the majority of purebloods weren't one-hundred percent pure and in fact there were some other blood lines mixed in. Having been taught that she came from one of the purest families of all, Narcissa had to correct the teacher for his obvious mistake. I mean, her family wasn't referred to as 'the most noble house of Black' for no reason. But apparently the professor wasn't too happy of Narcissa's sudden outburst and had finally had enough of the fifteen-year-olds attitude. He assigned her a detention to be served tonight, but then it was up to the caretaker to assign what she'd be doing.

Narcissa had always been told to stand up for what she believed in, and after doing so, Narcissa had been punished. Needless to say she wasn't happy about being given a detention, but most of all she was angry about being punished for stating the truth her opinion. Her father would certainly be an owl detailing exactly what had happened and then she assumed it wouldn't be too long before her father was at Hogwarts giving the headmaster a an earful. No one ever messed with a Black, no matter what the circumstances may be. They were practically royalty for Merlin's sake! Narcissa knew that not everyone would give her the respect that her family demanded, but other should at least consider watching their tongue around a Black.

She finally succumbed to the matter at hand and walked over to the smallest trophy she could find. It was a small plaque rewarding some student for doing something that Narcissa could really care less about. Her wand had been taken away from her for the time being; no magic was to be used during the cleaning. Never before had Narcissa been forced to do manual labor such as cleaning and she quickly came to the conclusion that it was royally a pain in the arse. She was happy that no one was around: it was rather embarrassing to have to clean. Besides, not too many students ventured down to the ground floor a half-an-hour before curfew began since being caught by a prefect or professor was too risky. Narcissa had been given special permission to be out past curfew since she wasn't allowed to return to her dormitory until the caretaker approved of her work. Needless to say, it was going to be a long night.

TAGGED ! open
WORDS ! 634
OUTFIT ! slytherin uniform w/o cloak
LYRICS ! sometimes by skillet
TEMPLATE ! PANIC! ITS LAUZ @ CAUTION
NOTES ! ughh, narcissa is in a bad mood >.< beware!

[severus]

Why don't you tell me my future?
Why don't I sell you my soul.

Severus passed across the almost deserted halls of Hogwarts, his head looking forward with a boring almost blank expression. He knew that by now he should be walking down toward the common room, joining his fellow Slytherin mates for the night. Probably begin working on one of those boring charms essays that weren’t due for another week. But the fifth year Slytherin wasn’t in the slightest mood to be doing that, he didn’t want to face his noisy mates and he didn’t want to work on homework at the moment. His mind had been wondering off for most the day and he doubted the homework would be done correctly anyway. He had tried instead to go to one of the towers, look up at the starts and think about the day. But after only one hour he had grown bored of that too, he wished he could go and talk to Lily, but things between the two had not been going well and truth be told he had been avoiding her presence. Now he found himself down on the third floor, far away from the common room, the marauders, hopefully and his Lily.

He was thinking about maybe going to the Hospital Wing and asking for some dreamless sleep potion, he had been having a few bad dr5eams in the past days. But that would probably bring some unwanted questions from the healer, ending up in the attention of Professor Slughorn and surely his worse of enemies, the marauders. Instead he decided to give a quick visit to the Trophy room, he hadn’t won anything notable that could be placed there. But his mother had been more lucky and he wanted to give it a look, it was one of those very few reminders that she had been a true witch before and not the shadow of a woman that she was today. It broke his heart to see his mother like that, but there was very little he could do. She had dispatched almost all of her family when she married his father and he had very little knowledge of what had happened to her family, making it impossible for him to even contact them. Not that he believed that they would care much about the history of the traitor to the family name.

But as he made his way into the room he found out that he wasn’t completely alone, before him stood no other than Narcissa Black, one of the three sisters of the Black family. Someone that he secretly admired with his heart, unfortunately his family blood had been tainted thanks to his mother. But the Blacks themselves reminded so very pure, other than the black sheep that was Sirius Black. He looked up and admired them all, it was truly a pleasure to be in the presence of one of their members. Yet the sight that awaited him was not a pleasant one, Narcissa appeared to be doing manual work. Probably what had been assigned to her for detention after the incident during the class. He found it strange that the teacher wild have been upset after she had only spoken her opinion, but nothing less could be expected from this school. Seriously, they allowed the Marauders to walk around freely and people far below their standards to attend the school. He couldn’t help but feel slightly sick with the thought.

Severus moved forward, taking one of the trophies, trying his best not to interrupt Narcissa and her work. He read the inscription, Tom Riddle. It didn’t bring any familiarity, so as quickly as he had picked it he placed it back. Finally he took a deep breath and turned toward Narcissa Black. “Miss Black, sorry for interrupting you. I didn’t know there was someone down here.” She didn’t look very happy to be doing this and he couldn’t really blame her in the least. He had been forced twice already to do this same work and it wasn’t something that he would want to do ever again. He could have offered a hand, with magic things would have been done faster. But h doubted that someone like her would accept his help, so instead he reminded quiet waiting for a response from her. He didn’t want to push things, the last thing he wanted was to upset someone he respected.

.WORD COUNT: seven three nine
.OUTFIR: slytherin robes
.TAGS: narcissa black
.LYRICS: voodoo child - rogue traders

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[narcissa]

SOMETIMES I FIND IT HARD
• to believe there's someone else who could be •
JUST AS MESSED UP AS ME

She hadn't realized the amount of energy that it would take in order to clean some useless thing. Never before had she put so much effort into anything dealing with manual labor. In fact, Narcissa had never done anything manual. Her family was wealthy enough to have numerous servants so everything that needed to be done was already taken care of. There was no need to worry about the little things, because if Narcissa had to, then obviously someone wasn't doing their job correctly. It was a hard realization for a young Narcissa when she first arrived at Hogwarts; for once she was on her own. She was now responsible for herself for the first time in her young, eleven years of life. Sure, her sisters had been at Hogwarts for a few years, however Narcissa knew they wouldn't want to have their youngest sister hanging on to them.

How would Narcissa know if what she was polishing off, clean? Was she supposed to see her reflection? Or would the plaque squeak with cleanliness when she touched it? She wasn't sure, but one thing she did know was that forced she exerted onto the plaque made her break a sweat. She stopped what she was doing to pull her blond, almost white hair, back into a ponytail in order to allow her neck to 'breathe'. Narcissa sighed before using the cloth to once again resume what she was doing. She scrubbed, and scrubbed, but nothing was happening. She compared part of the plaque that had already been rubbed down to another part of uncleaned plaque and to her there was no difference. So, how would anyone tell if they were clean or not? She wasn't given any sort of cleaner to polish the plaques and trophies, therefore leaving Ms. Black completely clueless as to what she was doing.

The silence around her was somewhat frightening to say the least, and Narcissa's senses were at their finest. She hadn't heard, or seen anything around but if she had she'd certainly know if someone was approaching or not. Being alone now was something she wasn't too fond of; someone of her status was an easy target to others. At school was when Narcissa's guard was down, even though her father constantly told her sisters to watch over her. Being that she was a Slytherin, it was hard for her to trust others, especially those who she did not know every well.

It wasn't long before Narcissa heard approaching footsteps. It wasn't hard not to hear, especially since the castle around her was so quiet and still. Her heart began to beat a little faster, afraid of who the footsteps belonged to. Would a professor believe her that she was serving a detention and not trying to cover up being out of bed late? Well, if they certainly knew of Ms. Black, then they would not question her actions of course. Narcissa kept to her self of course, too afraid to let her curiosity get the best of her. The task before her was too important was well to leave and risking the being caught by the caretaker.

“Miss Black, sorry for interrupting you. I didn’t know there was someone down here.”

But when a face appeared with the footsteps, Narcissa could see it was Severus Snape from the corner of her eye. She wasn't too sure of what he was up to and kept her focus on the plaques and statues. Severus was a member of Slytherin and a fellow fifth year, so Narcissa was used to seeing him on a daily basis. He was a bit of a loner in her eyes and was constantly being picked on by James Potter and her not-so-brilliant cousin, Sirius. She wasn't sure why Severus didn't stand up for himself; he was a Slytherin after all. Narcissa kept to herself, cleaning what was before her and acting as though he wasn't there. Maybe he would see that she was busy and leave her be? Once he spoke though, Narcissa knew that it would be rude to ignore him, especially since she was supposed respected him. "Severus, what a surprise." She looked over at him, standing there near other trophies that would soon require her care. She may have lacked the emotion in her voice and in fact it was void of any feelings at all. Naricssa wasn't in the best of moods and being in the company of someone who socialized with a mudblood could truly make matters worse. "Its nearly curfew; you shouldn't be out here."

TAGGED ! severus
WORDS ! 774
OUTFIT ! slytherin uniform w/o cloak
LYRICS ! sometimes by skillet
TEMPLATE ! PANIC! ITS LAUZ @ CAUTION
NOTES ! sorry this took a few days