Post by Deleted on Mar 6, 2014 2:23:36 GMT -8
The hour was late. Narcissa was all too aware of this. In fact, her knowledge of the late hour was why she had sneaked her way out of the Slytherin common room and through the many winding staircases and corridors leading out from the castle. At first, she had only been sneaking out once, maybe twice a week. Cissa would go on walks through the courtyard, sticking to the shadowy areas, or she'd slip off for a midnight swim in the lake. The cold from the previous winter never bothered her. The frigid temperatures had actually made her feel for a change, and she never had to worry about getting caught. Cissa was a master at getting around unnoticed.
Tonight, however, she had bypassed her usual routes and routines, making way towards the quidditch pitch instead. Cissa had never really cared for the sport, finding it dreadfully dull and just another competition for men to beat one another freely and without reprimand. Even she couldn't deny the sensation of cheering on one's own team and the thrill of winning. After all, showing up and cheering promoted bonding throughout the student body, did it not? Like Bellatrix had reminded her time and time again since her breakdown after their father's funeral, Cissa must learn her part and play it well. The youngest Black daughter was determined to do just that.
Entering the base of the bleachers, Cissa made her way up the winding staircases, her heart thumping harder in her chest with each creaking board. She soon found herself sitting in the middle of one of the open student areas, staring down at a dark and empty pitch below her. There was no rhyme or reason for her presence here. She could have easily spent the hours in the Slytherin common room, staring into the flames of a fire, but she always felt like she was being watched. Someone was always keeping tabs, possibly reporting to one or both of her sisters.
Narcissa didn't sleep anymore. Truly, she hadn't had a decent and full night's sleep since her father had been killed. She heard the whispers and comments going back and forth around her. 'Narcissa isn't quite right anymore' or 'Something is off with that Black girl'. Not to mention the constant inquiries from her professors who had noticed a change. She barely paid any attention in class, she wasn't nearly as social, she didn't show up for meals in the Great Hall with the rest of the students. A smile threatened to play across her lips as Cissa thought on the irony of her situation. Here she was, a creature who thrived on social status and being the queen bee, yet recent events in her life had caused her to question so much about herself. Frankly, she just needed a break from people.