Narcissa Black Thu Aug 18, 2011 12:34 pm The Tides of Love and War were raging in the wizarding world...churning like a wild ocean beneath the storm. Narcissa Black had more or less done her best to perfect the game of chance that was revolving in so many countless circles around her. Everything seemed to move against her...she had to find an edge, a weapon, a tool. Something to work with. Something to give her enough power to prove that she was worth more then a glance from the Dark Lord...or a slap from Lucius Malfoy.
Antonin came to mind.
Antonin who had received the wrath from their first and last encounter.
Antonin who had done his best to put her to shame all for the sake of her stupid desires to please Lucius.
The dark lord had told her to remember...remember who was loyal to her in her time of need...but what if...she could turn Antonin's hatred for her name into something more secure. Anchoring a position close to him could secure her fate even if all else failed.
Antonin. That cruel, heartless general of the Dark Lord's. Was it hopeless?
Narcissa thought these and many other things while she stepped into Borgin&Burke's her long cloak swishing behind her heels. Long fingers came up to lower her hood as her face- now healed from lucius' last blow pivoted against her birdlike neck to view the shop's interior. She wasn't quite as done up as usual but it would be obvious to an observer's eyes that every day she was looking more and more like a woman her body already mimicking that of her older sister Bellatrix- she was certainly coming into form at an early age.
She moved through the shop picking up various items, observing them once and setting them back down in an instant. She was looking for something in particular.
Finally she stopped in front of a few dusty old books. Picking one up she pursed her ruby lips and blew the dust into the air away from the book's surface cracking open the spine she began to read over a few pages before getting immersed in a spell she had only heard of in folklore when she was just a child. It was a spell on changing one's path and bringing good fortune to the one who cast the spell on whichever life he/she had chosen. She closed the book with a SNAP and started for the counter.
Antonin came to mind.
Antonin who had received the wrath from their first and last encounter.
Antonin who had done his best to put her to shame all for the sake of her stupid desires to please Lucius.
The dark lord had told her to remember...remember who was loyal to her in her time of need...but what if...she could turn Antonin's hatred for her name into something more secure. Anchoring a position close to him could secure her fate even if all else failed.
Antonin. That cruel, heartless general of the Dark Lord's. Was it hopeless?
Narcissa thought these and many other things while she stepped into Borgin&Burke's her long cloak swishing behind her heels. Long fingers came up to lower her hood as her face- now healed from lucius' last blow pivoted against her birdlike neck to view the shop's interior. She wasn't quite as done up as usual but it would be obvious to an observer's eyes that every day she was looking more and more like a woman her body already mimicking that of her older sister Bellatrix- she was certainly coming into form at an early age.
She moved through the shop picking up various items, observing them once and setting them back down in an instant. She was looking for something in particular.
Finally she stopped in front of a few dusty old books. Picking one up she pursed her ruby lips and blew the dust into the air away from the book's surface cracking open the spine she began to read over a few pages before getting immersed in a spell she had only heard of in folklore when she was just a child. It was a spell on changing one's path and bringing good fortune to the one who cast the spell on whichever life he/she had chosen. She closed the book with a SNAP and started for the counter.
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