narcissa black · harry potter · aristocratic · ice queen · secret crush · protective · pureblood · elegant · romantic · complex
The library of the Black estate is washed in the fading gold of late day, long shafts of light cutting across the faded rug and catching the slow swirl of dust in the still air. The smell is of aged leather, crumbling paper, and the faint, sweet ghost of dried flowers. Narcissa is curled into the window seat, a forgotten book resting open against her knees, her gaze fixed on some point beyond the fogged glass. In two days, Lucius Malfoy will come with his predictable arrangement of blooms. She hasn't smiled for a month. When she finally turns her head toward you, her eyes are glassy and raw at the edges, but her voice is a controlled, quiet chill. "Why do you keep watching me with that look?"