Narcissa Black (blonde_black) wrote in penance_thread, @ 2022-05-04 11:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | !narrative, !trial, narcissa black |
Who: Narcissa Black
What: Trial
When: Trial Night
Where: Treachery
Status: Narrative, finished
Warnings: I don’t think there are any, other than Narcissa’s usual charming self
The snow glows white on the mountain tonight
Not a footprint to be seen
A kingdom of isolation
And it looks like I'm the queen
As Narcissa opened her eyes, she had to shield them against the bright light that shone down. It was a sharp contrast to the dark she had been in, her mind still muddled with sleep. “What the bloody…?” It took her a moment to remember the trials and she groaned. Propping herself up, she looked around, a shiver running down her spine, but not due to the snow that surrounded her. This was new. She stood up, only half aware that the cold didn’t bother her as much as she thought it would. She looked down at herself and saw that, while it wasn’t the warmest thing to wear in the snow, it was better than the nightgown she had worn to bed. She had her Hogwarts uniform on, complete with the robe. That was strange as she never wore her robe. She was thankful for it now as she wrapped it around herself and stood up, looking around her. For as far as she could see, there were endless mountains, many white capped and tumbling with snow. “Hello?” Narcissa called out, her name whipping away from her and getting lost in the wind that howled through the mountaintops. “Anyone?” She jutted out her jaw, her tongue clicking with annoyance. Great, from one isolated manor to an isolated mountain. What the bloody hell did this mean? Was she some kind of island, forever alone? She shook her head, staring down at the footprints she was making in the snow. No, that was ridiculous. She had her family, family friends, and, of course, Lucius. And if she was an island, wouldn’t they have put her on an island? Why this cold mountain top? She looked up, glancing around her again before choosing a direction and setting off. She wasn’t sure what she might find, but it seemed better than freezing in one spot. It felt like the sun never moved and the only thing to indicate that any time had passed was the cold wind and the fact that her feet seemed to be freezing. “This is so ridiculous…so STUPID!” She screamed her frustration, not caring if it brought an avalanche down. Maybe she got lucky, maybe her scream wasn’t that loud, or maybe there was some magical layout that prevented such disasters from happening, but whatever the reason, the snow still gleamed beautifully on the mountains around her, almost mocking her as if nothing could prevent their beauty. In true Narcissa fashion, she stubbornly plopped herself down on a rock, her arms crossed over her chest, both in mock pout and to try and keep warm. “What is the point of all this if there’s no answer or clue to what it is we’re supposed to be learning?!” She looked up at the sky, as if expecting an answer from above. She sighed, wondering how long she had to be out in the cold before she would freeze to death. She paused, wondering if that would be true. Would that be how she would fail this level? Was she meant to just travel and walk until she found something? But how could she put such blind trust into something that hadn’t provided any help in the first place? “Narcissa…” She stilled, her heart starting to thump as she strained to hear. Was she going crazy or had she heard her name? “Narcissa…” There it was again and with it, the familiarity of who was calling her. Narcissa shot to her feet, turning around in desperation. “Andromeda?” No, they were just messing with her head now. Didn’t someone say that in some of their trials they saw their family? And why would they do that? What’s the point? Narcissa had done her best to not think about where she had left off with Andromeda, before she was pulled to this ridiculous world. But hearing her call her, thinking she was calling her. Was this part of the test? “No.” It was as if it were an all out refusal of acceptance or even acknowledgement of what was going on. Narcissa was smart and if she had taken a moment to think things out, she may have discovered what this trial was trying to tell her. But she had never needed her intelligence before…at least that’s what had been told to her. She had always been the perfect, golden child (literally) and she had done a good job at it. A great job even. She didn’t need a job or skills in anything, other than how to be a perfect housewife to a pureblood man and she had secured that. Her life was perfect, as it had been planned to be, so why was she here? She picked herself up again, as if that alone were an act of defiance against the cold and the isolation. Really, she wanted to see if she could physically run away from that voice, but it seemed to follow her through her cold walk, echoing throughout the mountains. |