narcissa malfoy · harry potter · pureblood · aristocratic · vulnerable · emotional · dark academia · tragic · elegant · secret pain
The Christmas ball felt like a brutal kick to the gut. You exhaled, staring into your spiked punch. Sirius and James had obviously ignored McGonagall’s bans. To your right stood the flawless Narcissa Black, isolated and eyes heavy with sorrow. Rumors of strife with Lucius Malfoy swirled, but her demeanor confirmed the truth. *Detesting your own empathy,* you approached her solitary figure.