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Post by `narcissa virga black on Jun 9, 2011 19:56:40 GMT -5
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beautiful & dirty rich , On any given day it could take several hours for Miss Narcissa Black to ready herself to take on the world (or even just Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry). The little charmed wooden dove that was supposed to wake her up every morning often ended up across the room (or in one memorable incident, it went through an open door and down the stairs into the Slytherin common room hitting a small first year on the back of his head). After that she really did have to force herself out of bed before the other girls woke up and took her favorite shower. After testing out all the girls’ showers she’d found the fifth one from the left had better pressure, hotter water, a thicker curtain, and a more reliable little shower shelf. It was her shower. She did prefer the prefects’ bath but it was far too out of the way in the morning. From that point her hair and makeup usually took her about forty-five minutes. Getting dressed took half an hour when she was wearing her uniform, but it was a much longer process of trying-on-and-taking-off when she had to actually coordinate an outfit from scratch. Miss Black often spent more time on getting ready than she did on her homework. Today was one of those mornings, and it was not going well for her. She hadn’t managed to get her preferred shower and the girl who’d mindlessly stolen it merely laughed when Narcissa informed the girl that she was in her shower. The water was too cold and she hardly had enough pressure to get the third application of conditioner out of her pretty blonde locks. Everything began to spiral downward from there. Her left stocking had a rip in the knee and Narcissa did not have the patience to repair it herself. She tossed the ruined garment into her trunk, slammed the lid, and then regretted it because she had to open it to find another suitable pair. Her bra-straps showed through her first shirt, so she had to try on thirty-seven other blouses until she found one that had better coverage (instead of, logically, changing her lingerie). Her diamond bracelet’s clasp wouldn’t open so she was forced to wear her pearls. Her skin was too dry and her hair seemed too oily; not matter how many beauty charms she applied she wasn’t quite satisfied by the curls held back by a black ribbon. Nothing seemed alright this morning. She picked up her school beg and silently thanked Circe and Morgan and Merlin and whoever else was listening that today happened to be Saturday and not a ay that actually mattered. She’d be halfway through her second class by now and she still hadn’t had anything to eat. There were many students milling around the dark common room. Students were sprawled across leather couches and armchairs, tossing bits of paper into the green-tinted fire. Several first year girls were sitting in a corner discussing how very lady-like they were. It was their first year away from their Mamas and Governesses and they all had something to boast about. Narcissa internally comforted herself in the fact she was never like that. She didn’t need to boast to reassure herself that she was better than everyone else. She slipped out of the common room, the usual goose bumps rising on her flesh at the temperature difference. If it was only October and the dungeons were already this cold….well Narcissa was not eagerly anticipating winter in any sense of the word. The blonde girl finally made her way up to the Great Hall, which was empty for the most part. There were a few students studying together or pouring over magazines and copies of the Prophet received from that morning’s owl post. There were also a handful of late risers, much like Miss Black, who were accepting the fruit and toast (the usual late-breakfast foods offered unless one wanted to venture down to the kitchens to request something particular. Miss Black settled herself on one of the Slytherin benches, pulling a small plate towards herself. She skillfully halved a grapefruit with her wand, tossing the second half with little care back into the basket of fruit. The elves could clean up her mess. A small pile of strawberries just barely the side of Narcissa’s thumb was also spooned onto her plate. She placed her napkin in her lap, opened her newest copy of Witch Weekly just to the side of her plate of fruit, raised her spoon, and dug in. WORDS: 763 OUTFIT: click!TAGGED: Lucius!
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Post by lucius on Jun 9, 2011 23:38:28 GMT -5
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Lucius was a little late getting up, but he didn't really care. It was Saturday and he didn't need to be up very early. He yawned and sat up in his bed as he looked around the room. There was only one other kid there and he was still sleeping. Good. Lucius didn't want anyone bothering him in the shower. Tossing the blanket off him, he climbed out of bed and headed to the showers. He wasn't one to linger in the showers so he was out in mere minutes. Towel around his waist, he trudged back into the dorms. He wasn't impressing anyone at the moment, definitely not sleeping beauty. Reaching his bed, he opened his trunk and sifted through it, grabbing his uniform. He had a few things to take care of today, but he wasn't going to be completely dressed in his school uniform. That was a waste of his time.
He dried off and threw aside the towel as he grabbed his boxers. Pulling them on, his pants were next, along with his shirt and tie. Socks and shoes moments later, and he soon found himself in front of his mirror. He waved his wand over his head, drying his hair and ran his fingers through it, making it sit just how he liked. He tucked his wand away and turned to head out of the dorms. Before he left, he stopped at the door and pulled his wand back out. Smirking, he flicked his wand, hitting the sleeping boy in the chest, waking him up. Lucius turned and headed down the stairs as the boy cursed up a storm above him. Lucius wasn't exactly being nice, but he couldn't help himself if there was an easy target.
He walked through the common room, ignoring everyone that was still there. Mostly first years he figured by the glances he got from them. They didn't know their place yet. He sneered at them and pushed the entrance open, stepping out into the hall. They were lucky they were in Slytherin, or they would've gotten more then just sneers. Loosening his tie a bit, he grumbled under his breath. He hated how cold the halls down here were. They should heat the halls. He didn't care how, but it should happen. Perhaps he could get his father to do something about it. As much as he'd like to do it himself, he didn't have as much power as his father. He'd just have to wait a few more years for that to happen.
Soon he found himself at the Great Hall. It was about time too. He was getting a bit aggrivated. A hungry Lucius was an even more grumpy Lucius. Anyone getting in his way was a bad idea. Thankfully, no one dared and he had a clear path into the Hall and right over to the table. He sat down and grabbed a few things to eat. He was glad that it was pretty empty in here. He couldn't stand all the noise early in the morning, even on the weekends. As he ate some of the food, he heard someone coming over to the table. He glanced up to see who it was and couldn't help but grin. Narcissa. He watched as she came over and sat down.
As she filled her plate with some fruit, he drank some juice and wiped his mouth, getting rid of anything that might be there, and stood, making his way over to her. Reaching her, he sat down across from her and grabbed a grape from the bowl in the center of the table. "Well, good morning Miss Black," he said after swallowing. "You look absolutely stunning today." He gave her a smirk and popped another grape into his mouth.
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Post by `narcissa virga black on Jun 10, 2011 9:51:45 GMT -5
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beautiful & dirty rich , Narcissa was watching him eat out of the corner of her eye, in between scanning lines of her magazine. He didn’t seemed to be as impeccably dressed as he usually was, but the young woman also had a vague idea that she often raised the Malfoy heir up onto a higher platform than he was really on. He was also taller in her little day dreams, his hair combed back, and the smallest bit of stubble decorating his jaw. He was also incapable of adultery and had thought to save himself for marriage. When she dipped into that realm of thought she knew how bizarre and impossible her fantasies had become. Oh, she did harbor a crush for the Malfoy boy. She probably had since her first year when she’d met him through her eldest sister, Bella. He was blond, he was pureblooded, and dear Merlin he was beautiful. Narcissa was always attracted to pretty things; dolls, combs, dresses, and anything else she deemed beautiful. Her whole life had been filled, when possible, with things that were aesthetically pleasing. She was like a pretty little porcelain doll living in her perfect little doll house, and Lucius fit right in with her world. Of course she’d matured soon those days as a little, fantasy-minded first year. She admired him for his good looks, yes. But he was a good Pureblooded male He came from an old family, wealthy, not particularly inbred yet, and his parents were on good terms with the Black family. He also, far unlike many of the other men that were in the marriageable group, had all of his teeth. She was the youngest of three daughters; her pickings for a good marriage came from the bottom of the barrel. She would lucky to get someone her own age; older men had more money. Narcissa realized she’d read the same sentence over and over again, unable to comprehend what she’d actually read. She flipped the page so that no one would think she was slow and unable to read a page of a magazine in ten minutes. She spooned another bite of the sour fruit before her into her mouth, biting the tip of the spoon as Lucius made his way towards her. She quickly pulled the utensil rom her mouth as he sat down, placing it gently on her plate. Her eyes were diverted right back to the magazine and she blushed a bright pink. Perhaps he’d noticed her watching. Her little heart raced behind her designer lingerie and blouse. It was so loud in her ears that she was practically sure that he could hear it as well. As many positive attributes as he had, the ones that caused her heart to race and her cheeks to flood with color, there were the negative ones that kept her feet planted right on the ground so she couldn’t throw herself at him. He was a disgusting, flirtatious, promiscuous pig. And even as he offered a compliment her way, Narcissa reached up a hand to smooth out her hair. A single curl caught on her finger and bounced against her neck. He was playing with her. She was the only available female of their house at the moment. She looked terrible anyways. She may have looked stunning and well put together by the rest of her peers’ standards, but Narcissa wasn’t proud of her appearance just then. She wasn’t perfect. He was toying with her. Narcissa picked up a single strawberry with her index finger and thumb, lowering the petite fruit onto her tongue. Her eyes, though she was no longer reading, never left the magazine. “Mister Malfoy, I’m am rather sure your mother warned you against the perils of telling falsehoods.”WORDS: 624 OUTFIT: click!TAGGED: Lucius!
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