Post by delilah on Apr 5, 2008 23:46:28 GMT -5
Name: delilah.
Character: cosmina davies.
Parents: roger & demelza [robins] davies.
Position: oldest, daughter, [twin]
PB: irina lazareanu.
Age: seventeen.
House: ravenclaw.
Happily: single.
Sample:
This was absolutely detestable and if Narcissa’s own parents had not insisted that she do this, the woman of one and twenty would have blatantly refused. But anyone who knew the Black family, which rightfully was every wizarding family in Britain, none of the three Black daughters could really deny their parents anything…especially Cissy. Well at least that stood to be true before Andromeda had chosen to throw her family values out the window and marry the muggleborn. The image of the scorched piece of tapestry that once held Andromeda’s name in the Black family home was still etched in her mind and it saddened her to a great degree. She’d always loved Andromeda, she cared deeply for all her family and naturally she missed her sister but could not accept her back and definitely could not mention this to Bella, to Bellatrix Andy was as good as dead and to the rest of the Black family…there only ever were two daughters instead of three. Regardless, Narcissa had always been the softest of them all, the fragile, the one that needed protecting and that’s always where Bellatrix stepped in. The woman just couldn’t say no and that’s exactly why she was now traipsing through this particularly grungy alley, much to her own dismay.
She hated Knockturn Alley with a seeming passion. It was quite ironic actually considering that the Black family did almost all of their shopping here and that they only ever ventured into Diagon Alley when they absolutely needed to, say to visit Gringotts or Olivanders wand shop. Personally Narcissa always happened to like the place better, it was cleaner in some aspects, though when it came to bloodlines it was a fair bit dirtier than Knockturn Alley and it was possibly why Cygnus had personally always detested the place and always seemed to walk through it with an odd crinkle in his nose, similar to the one that was on her tiny slightly upturned one. The people here, some of them with their magical fake eyes and their warts and their downright gross magical creature parts actually made her want to curl up in a corner or scream bloody murder. But no, he had insisted that they meet there and therefore it was Narcissa’s place to obey and go with a smile on her face, as her mother warned. Vehemently she swore she’d smile when she got to her location…and no sooner. The Spinning Aces, was where she was attempting to find as she navigated cautiously down the rather crooked street. The place she realized was notorious for more shady characters and a string of promiscuity that ran through it, obviously, girls of a much lower-class…a fair bit less pureblooded to make a real living…at least that’s what she told herself.
The idea made her cringe inwardly though she’d do it and she’d be damn charming even if it was all forced, merely to appease her parents when they heard the good word from him. He was none other than Lucius Malfoy and he was the man she’d be meeting in less than a quarter of an hour. Honestly, the Black’s and the Malfoy’s had been closely acquainted for years, long before Narcissa was born and through the pureblood parties and the informal meetings, she’d been acutely aware of who Lucius was but they barely even knew each other at all. Narcissa couldn’t really even say that she’d mind them maintaining a rather distant sort of acquaintanceship however as luck would have it the two would have to get a fair bit closer than that and in honesty Narcissa had to bite her tongue and hold back the fact that she hardly thought this would work out to both their families expectations and yet she’d try her absolute best to make it just so, to please her family naturally and for no other reason as of yet. Turning her third or fourth street corner she continued to watch the faded wooden and carved signs overhead looking for the specific one that’d bring her to her destination. A rather light breeze was stirring up every forgotten bit and fiber off the street and it only further dampened Narcissa’s mood as she pulled her cloak tighter around her slender form.
Finally reaching her desired location, spotting the sign with uninterested blue eyes, she pushed open the doors of the establishment and a rather grim line formed on her face. The current group of people scattered about the room, in hushed or rowdily loud conversation, did not seem to take much notice of her and for that she was thankful. Stepping in, she slipped her cloak off of her shoulder and placed it neatly over the back of the chair she had decided to claim, at a table near the back end of the room. It appeared that she was still five minutes early and Lucius had yet to arrive, mildly annoying her since this had been his location of choice. Nevertheless, she stiffly yet politely refused to order as the barmaid came to her table and merely waited for him to arrive. In all honesty Narcissa looked far too delicate to be seen in a place like this, her clothes pristine and her hair softly framing her face in perfect curls. Eyeing the establishment she almost felt tempted to hug herself and then cursed herself that she had not grown up more like Bella, that she lacked the woman’s immense strength and yet how could she? For Druella had dotted on the youngest her entire life and it showed in the poor woman’s every move. But she was something more than people credited her, as she was sure Lucius would soon find out, her eyes landing on the door as she watched the mildly familiar man make his entrance.
Character: cosmina davies.
Parents: roger & demelza [robins] davies.
Position: oldest, daughter, [twin]
PB: irina lazareanu.
Age: seventeen.
House: ravenclaw.
Happily: single.
Sample:
This was absolutely detestable and if Narcissa’s own parents had not insisted that she do this, the woman of one and twenty would have blatantly refused. But anyone who knew the Black family, which rightfully was every wizarding family in Britain, none of the three Black daughters could really deny their parents anything…especially Cissy. Well at least that stood to be true before Andromeda had chosen to throw her family values out the window and marry the muggleborn. The image of the scorched piece of tapestry that once held Andromeda’s name in the Black family home was still etched in her mind and it saddened her to a great degree. She’d always loved Andromeda, she cared deeply for all her family and naturally she missed her sister but could not accept her back and definitely could not mention this to Bella, to Bellatrix Andy was as good as dead and to the rest of the Black family…there only ever were two daughters instead of three. Regardless, Narcissa had always been the softest of them all, the fragile, the one that needed protecting and that’s always where Bellatrix stepped in. The woman just couldn’t say no and that’s exactly why she was now traipsing through this particularly grungy alley, much to her own dismay.
She hated Knockturn Alley with a seeming passion. It was quite ironic actually considering that the Black family did almost all of their shopping here and that they only ever ventured into Diagon Alley when they absolutely needed to, say to visit Gringotts or Olivanders wand shop. Personally Narcissa always happened to like the place better, it was cleaner in some aspects, though when it came to bloodlines it was a fair bit dirtier than Knockturn Alley and it was possibly why Cygnus had personally always detested the place and always seemed to walk through it with an odd crinkle in his nose, similar to the one that was on her tiny slightly upturned one. The people here, some of them with their magical fake eyes and their warts and their downright gross magical creature parts actually made her want to curl up in a corner or scream bloody murder. But no, he had insisted that they meet there and therefore it was Narcissa’s place to obey and go with a smile on her face, as her mother warned. Vehemently she swore she’d smile when she got to her location…and no sooner. The Spinning Aces, was where she was attempting to find as she navigated cautiously down the rather crooked street. The place she realized was notorious for more shady characters and a string of promiscuity that ran through it, obviously, girls of a much lower-class…a fair bit less pureblooded to make a real living…at least that’s what she told herself.
The idea made her cringe inwardly though she’d do it and she’d be damn charming even if it was all forced, merely to appease her parents when they heard the good word from him. He was none other than Lucius Malfoy and he was the man she’d be meeting in less than a quarter of an hour. Honestly, the Black’s and the Malfoy’s had been closely acquainted for years, long before Narcissa was born and through the pureblood parties and the informal meetings, she’d been acutely aware of who Lucius was but they barely even knew each other at all. Narcissa couldn’t really even say that she’d mind them maintaining a rather distant sort of acquaintanceship however as luck would have it the two would have to get a fair bit closer than that and in honesty Narcissa had to bite her tongue and hold back the fact that she hardly thought this would work out to both their families expectations and yet she’d try her absolute best to make it just so, to please her family naturally and for no other reason as of yet. Turning her third or fourth street corner she continued to watch the faded wooden and carved signs overhead looking for the specific one that’d bring her to her destination. A rather light breeze was stirring up every forgotten bit and fiber off the street and it only further dampened Narcissa’s mood as she pulled her cloak tighter around her slender form.
Finally reaching her desired location, spotting the sign with uninterested blue eyes, she pushed open the doors of the establishment and a rather grim line formed on her face. The current group of people scattered about the room, in hushed or rowdily loud conversation, did not seem to take much notice of her and for that she was thankful. Stepping in, she slipped her cloak off of her shoulder and placed it neatly over the back of the chair she had decided to claim, at a table near the back end of the room. It appeared that she was still five minutes early and Lucius had yet to arrive, mildly annoying her since this had been his location of choice. Nevertheless, she stiffly yet politely refused to order as the barmaid came to her table and merely waited for him to arrive. In all honesty Narcissa looked far too delicate to be seen in a place like this, her clothes pristine and her hair softly framing her face in perfect curls. Eyeing the establishment she almost felt tempted to hug herself and then cursed herself that she had not grown up more like Bella, that she lacked the woman’s immense strength and yet how could she? For Druella had dotted on the youngest her entire life and it showed in the poor woman’s every move. But she was something more than people credited her, as she was sure Lucius would soon find out, her eyes landing on the door as she watched the mildly familiar man make his entrance.
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