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haunted are the halls
that conceal
the cries of the brokenhearted
⇸|03| panic
In all her years at this school Narcissa had found the library to be a rather dreadful place. She had always felt a certain indignation towards it as she wasn't inclined to studying nor did she appreciate the librarian who sent conversations to die. However, she found this year to be different. The young girl found a certain solace in the quiet calmness of the place and was grateful for the warning looks the librarian sent if someone did attempt to start a conversation with her.
Perhaps she shouldn't have found comfort in being alone, but what was she supposed to do when all the people she once believed to be her support network, just simply wouldn't understand? It was tiring, constantly having to put on a front of being okay and Narcissa wasn't so sure she could last much longer.
Her attention was briefly taken off her inner despair when a group of rowdy students entered the library, loud laughter falling from their lips. The librarian was quick to hush them, but it didn't stop the incessant whispering as they all settled around a table. To make matters far worse, Narcissa made the mistake of observing them disdainfully, catching the attention of one in the group. Of course, as fate would have it, Cathal Donovan held her gaze steadily, his eyebrow raising in question.
Despite the urge Narcissa felt to look away and return to her book, she held his gaze with a sneer on her lips. Some part deep within her was outraged that this muggleborn boy was so quick to challenge her, as if he held any sort of power over her.
As if sensing her thoughts the boy smirked, his hazel eyes naturally attempting to tear apart any defense she had. The connection was quickly broken, however, as Mathias Everleigh said something that drew the boy back into the conversation with a laugh.
Narcissa returned to her book on merfolk and the history of the aquatic species, letting her annoyance of Cathal Donovan slip from her mind as she read. She had always held a certain fascination in the merpeople, wondering what it would be like to live beneath the surface of dark waters. She knew they had their own problems, but she found the idea oddly comforting. To be able to sink beneath the waters of the Black Lake and leave behind any and all expectations resting upon her shoulders. The merfolk held little regard for wizard politics and she wished she could take a page from their book in that aspect.
"This is the last place I'd expect you to be."
Narcissa jumped as Lucius appeared suddenly, setting his bag down beside her with a quick kiss to her cheek causing her stomach to turn uncomfortably. Could she really spend the rest of her life with this feeling?
He glanced at the book she was reading with a look of disdain crossing his face as he read the title, "Any particular reason why you're doing light reading on those beasts?"
