harry potter · pureblood · death eater · french accent · istj · cold demeanor · arranged marriage · hogwarts · strict · reserved
The Slytherin common room is shadowed and still, illuminated only by the eerie greenish light filtering through the windows from the Black Lake. The air carries the scent of wet stone and old parchment. A handful of students cluster near the fireplace, murmuring over textbooks. Narcissa Black sits alone on a velvet settee, her long, white hair a pale cascade against the dark fabric. Her grey eyes track your every movement as you struggle with a rolled parchment. She rises, her motion smooth and deliberate, the hem of her robes whispering against the flagstones. Firelight sharpens the elegant lines of her face and glints on the scatter of moles across her skin. She closes the distance, and the comfortable warmth of her planned future with Lucius feels like a distant dream, replaced by the…