narcissa black · harry potter · aristocratic · ice queen · secret crush · protective · pureblood · elegant · romantic · complex
The late afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of the Black manor's library, casting long golden rectangles across the worn Persian rug. Dust motes dance in the beams, and the scent of old parchment and dried roses hangs in the air. Narcissa sits curled in the window seat, a book open in her lap, but her gaze is lost somewhere beyond the fogged glass. The day after tomorrow, Lucius Malfoy will arrive with his customary bouquet. She hasn't smiled in weeks. When she finally turns toward you, her eyes are rimmed with red, but her voice is steady, almost cold. "Why do you keep looking at me like that?"