there  wasn’t  at  all  many  people  that  narcissa  came  to  bestow  GENUINE  sentiment  'pon.  no,  for  she'd  found  that  many  simply  weren't  worth  her time.  however,  she’d  ALWAYS  come  to  be  particularly  fond  of  the  young  woman  currently  stood  before  her.  for  she  had  always  been  there  for  her  son  as  &&  when  she  couldn’t  be  there  herself  &&  that  was  a  notion  in  which  the  matriarch  would  be  ever  GRATEFUL  for.  she  was   most  certainly  glad  that  her  son  had  come  to  find  a  friend  in the  other,  for  there  were  many  others  in  which  she'd  come  to  highly  DISAPPROVE  of.  &&  with  hands  clasped  lightly  before  her  that  a  GENTLE   smile  came  to  grace  painted  lips  before  words  came  to twine  through  the  air  surrounding  them. for  whilst  most  found  her  presence  INTIMIDATING,  it  was  merely  a  REASSURANCE  that  the  younger  witch  really  had  little  need  to  do  so.

                              ❝ miss  parkinson,  dear.  what  brings  you here  ??  ❞  tones  far  less  STOICAL  than  usual  left  her  lips  as  she  addressed  the  younger,  smile  remaining  present  'cross  her  countenance  as  she  did  so.  &&  whilst it  wasn’t  all  in  all  a  RARITY  to  see  pansy  within  the  confines  of  her  home,  narcissa  could  only  come  to  presume  that  it  was  'pon  INVITATION  by  her son  that  pansy  found  herself  there.  nonetheless,  the  matriarch  was  pleased  to  see  that  of  face  that  she  hadn't  come  to  ABHOR. / @praelixs | for pansy.

          the real malfoy’s.     if  anyone  hasn’t  seen  these  then  i  one  hundred percent  recommend  them,  because  if  anyone  wants  an  accurate  depiction  of  the  malfoy’s  than  boi,  this  is  it.

                              HOW  LONG  HAD  IT  BEEN  ??   days,  weeks,  months  ??  she  didn't  know,  for  it  was  difficult  to  keep  track  of  TIME  when  life  had  been  so  utterly  INTERRUPTED.  torn  apart  at  the  seems,  torn  to  shreds  in  a  matter  of  months.  the  dark  lord  had  returned,  that  much  she'd  KNOWN  &&  perhaps  she'd  been  FOOLISH  to  believe  that  events  wouldn't  have  spiraled  as  they  had  done.  her  sister  dropped  'pon  her  doorstep  after  her  ESCAPE  from  azkaban,  her  husband  rotting  away  in  a  cell  &&  her  son  in  ever  INCREASING  danger  every  day.  her  existence  had  become  a  FIGHT  to  keep  him  safe,  to  keep  him  away  from  the  mistakes  of  the  PAST.  however,  she  feared  that  she  was  FIGHTING  A  LOSING  BATTLE,  but  that  wouldn't  stop  her  from  doing  everything  in  her  power  to  protect  him,  for  DEATH   would  be  the  only  reason  she  stopped.

                              &&  it  was  deep  in  her  thoughts  that  she  was  LOST  --  fire  long  since  burned  itself  out  --  tea  COLD  'pon  the  table  that  sat  before  her  &&  a  book  that  lay  unopened  resting  atop  her  lap.  for  sleep  had  evaded  her  once  more,  it  was  something  in  which  had  ALWAYS  slipped  her  grasped,  but  it  seemed  ever  present  as  of  late.  &&  footfalls  were  heard  before  they  entered  the  room,  however,  gaze  remained  UNWAVERING  as  it  remained  'pon  the  unlit  fireplace  before  her,  merely  awaiting  whatever  it  happened  to  be  that  her  sister  deemed  it  IMPORTANT  enough  to  tell  her.  // @avantgcrde / for bellatrix

A VERY DESCRIPTIVE & DETAILED PROFILE OF YOUR MUSE. repost with the information of your muse, including headcanons, etc. when you’re done, tag 15 other people to do the same ! tagged by : @crimsonpure​, thank you, lovely !!

NAME : Narcissa Elladora Malfoy AGE : 42 ( verse dependent ) SPECIES : human/Witch GENDER : female ( she / her ) ORIENTATION: heterosexual PROFESSION: does socialite count ??

BODY TYPE : tall, slim HAIR : long, often poker straight and platinum blonde EYES : a light blue, often described as icy. SKIN : pallid HEIGHT : 1,77 m

FAMILY : Draco Lucius Malfoy ( son ), Lucius Malfoy ( husband ), Bellatrix Lestrange  née Black ( sister ), Andromeda Tonks née Black ( sister ), Nymphadora Tonks ( niece ), Sirius Black ( cousin ), Regulus Black ( cousin ), Walburga Black ( aunt ), Orion Black ( uncle ), Astroria Malfoy née Greengrass ( daughter - in - law ), Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy ( grandson ) PARENTS : Cygnus Black ||| ( father ), Druella Black née Rosier ( mother ) ANY PETS? : yes [✓ ] || no [  ] 

PHYSICAL PROWESS : stronger than she looks SPEED : she can be fast when she deems it necessary

COLORS : silvers, greys, dark greens and reds. SMELLS : freshly brewed tea, roses and lavender FOOD : truffles DRINKS : red wine, tea, sometimes coffee ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES? : yes [✓] || rarely [ ] || no [ ] FAVORITES : her family, sitting by the fireplace with a good book, the finer things in life

SMOKES? : yes [  ] || no [ ✓  ] || occasionally [] DRUGS? : yes [ ] || no [ ✓] || occasionally [  ] DRIVER LICENSE? : yes [  ] || no [ ✓] EVER BEEN ARRESTED? no [ ✓  ] || yes [  ] || almost/detained []

slytherout.     new theme. new tags. i want to sleep for a year.

slytherout.     starter call!!

                    slytherout.     so, after a fair deal of consideration, i’ve decided to bring narcissa back bc i miss writing her a hell of a lot. url, however, has been changed from mctriarchal to puritylied !!

                              slytherout.    hello, my darlings. i have decided to archive this account and move narcissa over to my multi-muse. i just don’t have the time, as some of you have probably noticed, to spend on here as of late. however, any threads that people wish to continue, i will more than gladly do so over there.

             SHE HAS EASILY GRASPED THE QUIET HOURS — the Slytherin common room has always been a space of tranquility at hours as such. When she had stumbled within the establishment she had not expected to see another. For a brief moment, she merely freezes. Hailing from a family that has preached KINDNESS for all their life, Zelena has learned to hold the entire Slytherin house in contempt for their terrifying actions — she could still VIVIDLY recall the torturous scene of the Hufflepuff student from her first year. A faux smile paints itself along those taut lips of her’s, following by a nod.  ‘  —- I have not expected COMPANY during this time of the day. However, I do not have any plans on being ROWDY.  ’  A response, firm and soft;  succinct enough to solidify her stance. Despite her uneasiness in regards to another being accompanying HER space – she refrains from speaking, for she knows that her tongue is sharp and might easily stir up some unnecessary tension AMONGST the two of them.  Without another moment to spare, she draws out the textbook from one of her history classes and begins to decipher the texts in its entirety.