WELCOME HOME, SON ━━ narcissa black¹ c. s

━ one, the lady in jail

WELCOME HOME, SON.
NARCISSA BLACK.
EPISODE ONE.
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𝙨amara had one rule when it came down to her ability. Don't invade other people's thoughts. While it's true she broke it numerous times, more than she can keep track of, actually, she still tried. It's the effort that matters, right? Barty and Cameron don't think so. When her twin brother and their second cousin ❨ the first one got murdered ❩ got together, it was absolute chaos.

In fact, that's where Sam found herself, breaking that one rule for the umpteenth time as they sat in a dainty coffee shop on the outskirts of Scotland. Her blonde hair was tied up today, while Barty didn't even bother to comb his strawberry blonde hair. Both her cousin and brother had urged her to use her ability on the waiter that waited their table because they were literally dying to know what he was thinking of.

So, breaking that one rule, Samara smiled at the brown haired waiter, earning a toothy grin in return and she delved deep into his mind, where instantly, she was met with a similar voice as his speaking voice, similar because this one was louder.

I wonder if that lady next to her will like my smile.

Sam choked on her coffee, sending the little drops spraying all over and into Barty's unamused face. She could barely keep in her laughter, even when the waiter dabbed at the table and at the unimpressed Barty, who was entirely confused as to what his twin was laughing so maniacally at.

"What's so darn funny?" Cameron asked and the waiter's chocolate eyes went wide.

She's a he?

Sam laughed louder, tears now forming in the corners of her eyes and she started coughing. Everyone else, were entirely and utterly confused.

"I'm sorry..." She breathed out, shaking her head and she coughed again, trying to calm herself down. When she heard Cameron's thought, she glared at him. "I'm not an attention whore, you faggot." She scoffed.

Sam was not an attention whore. That, she can promise to anyone who will listen. While it's true she was sometimes the center of attention due to her amazing ability, she disliked it. She didn't understand why people didn't understand that she didn't like using it on other people. But she will admit that she won't mind getting paid for it in the process. She literally made fifty galleons in one day once, all because Regulus wanted to know if Helga Romanov was thinking of him and Elise Shu wanted to know if the rumors about Remus Lupin being a werewolf were true.

"Then kindly tell us why you laughed like that." Barty raised a brow and Sam sighed, making sure that the waiter was completely out of earshot.

"He thought Cam was a lady and was wondering if he would like his smile." Sam shrugged and across her, Barty let out a series of uncontrollable and loud laughter while Cameron beside her, scowled and rolled his eyes.

Idiots, he thought. Sam decided not to confront him about it this time.

"Enough of the games," Samara started, stirring her cup of coffee and she inhaled the delicious aroma that sent a frisson of pleasure down her spine and she smiled. Sam loved coffee more than anything in the world, okay not more than her family, but still. "Have you decided who will visit aunt Briar in Azkaban tomorrow?"

Aunt Briar Crouch was actually their sister from another wife of their father's. They called her aunt because their father said so, but because Samara was one of the few lucky Crouch family members to gain the special ability that is Legilimency, she found out anyway.