With her initial task of glaring down her nose at people complete for the time being, Narcissa casts a final gaze around the crowded table and nods to herself. While the group is far too rowdy for her most refined and genteel taste (especially for this hour of the morning), no one seems to be presuming to challenge her position as leader of the plastics one who oughtn't be trifled with.
Bellatrix, seated next to her, naturally hasn't any need for such a display of dominance; nobody would trifle with Bellatrix Black if they were paid to do so, and what's more, Bellatrix has always been above such mundane tasks as directing the Slytherin social circles. Although the duties that fall to someone as lovely and popular as Narcissa are trying at times, she has always accepted her calling with the grace.
Satisfied that the rabble aren't demanding her attention for the time being, Narcissa turns to her sister and raises a finely chiseled eyebrow (a move that she'd practiced for hours in the mirror until she'd perfected the look of lofty condescension), her lips curving into a fond almost-smile that rids the expression of any animosity.
"Bella, darling, you simply must tell me what new product you've been using on your skin – you seem to have lost several years overnight." Unlike many around them, she doesn't wince at the cackle that her sister lets out upon spotting their ghostly headmaster, having had a lifetime to accustom her ears to the sound. "Why, we could practically be twins."
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leader of the plasticsone who oughtn't be trifled with.Bellatrix, seated next to her, naturally hasn't any need for such a display of dominance; nobody would trifle with Bellatrix Black if they were paid to do so, and what's more, Bellatrix has always been above such mundane tasks as directing the Slytherin social circles. Although the duties that fall to someone as lovely and popular as Narcissa are trying at times, she has always accepted her calling with the grace.
Satisfied that the rabble aren't demanding her attention for the time being, Narcissa turns to her sister and raises a finely chiseled eyebrow (a move that she'd practiced for hours in the mirror until she'd perfected the look of lofty condescension), her lips curving into a fond almost-smile that rids the expression of any animosity.
"Bella, darling, you simply must tell me what new product you've been using on your skin – you seem to have lost several years overnight." Unlike many around them, she doesn't wince at the cackle that her sister lets out upon spotting their ghostly headmaster, having had a lifetime to accustom her ears to the sound. "Why, we could practically be twins."