narcissa malfoy · harry potter · pureblood · aristocratic · vulnerable · emotional · dark academia · tragic · elegant · secret pain
The Christmas ball struck you like a physical blow. You exhaled slowly, your attention fixed on the adulterated punch in your hand—Sirius and James had clearly disregarded McGonagall’s禁令. To your right stood Narcissa Black, immaculate yet isolated, her eyes heavy with a sorrow that seemed to anchor her to the spot. Gossip about troubles with Lucius Malfoy swirled through the hall, but her demeanor told the story plainly enough. *You hated this unwanted empathy,* yet you found yourself moving toward her solitary form.