𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐦] 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐞𝐫𝐚]

04

"The most important thing in life, is the lack of importance." -Spencer Emrys

Soft footsteps sounded from the stairs, making the eyes of Spencer Emrys look up from his book. Descending from the dark wood stairs was Narcissa, she pulled her silver nightgown tighter to her body and tied it.

Spencer adverted his eyes back towards his book, and even though he was the only one left awake in the common room his voice was barely a whisper. "Cissa, what are you doing up love? you should rest."

Her eyes rolled, but she didn't say anything in return and instead she sat by Spencer's feet. Her head lent against his knees, her eyes trained on the raging green fire only a foot or so in front of her.

"Your awake." The words tumbled from her mouth.

"Observant."

Narcissa resisted the eyeroll this time, and instead lent into him more. "Why?"

Spencer's eyes trailed his book, but he'd given up reading. Honestly he had no clue why he was pretending. "Thoughts are distracting me from sleep. You seem to be having the same problem."

Silence settled over the pair for a moment, "I know you're thinking of it too."

He waited a moment before answering, "Thinking of what love?"

At this she sprung up in an instant, and hurled around to face him her hair flying wildly over her shoulder. "Do not play dumb with me Spence!" Narcissa almost cried.

Spencer did not answer, which just infuriated her more. She ripped the book from his hands, and hurled it to the ground. "Pay attention to me!" She begged, "We need to talk abo-"

"What do you want me to say Narcissa!?" He was on his feet now, back turned to her. Instead he starred out the window, watching as the water from the lake splashed up against the glass.

"That I'm scared? scared of what we have to do- have to become!?" Spencer hurled around, his hazel mainly green eyes trained on her pale blue's, the façade he had tried so hard to keep up dropped in an instant.

"I want to know why," Her hands reached up to cup his face but he moved away. "Why you're taking it... the mark... willingly..." Narcissa's voice lowered, as if thinking they were being watched. 

Spencer exhaled heavily, and raked at his white tipped hair with his hands. "Willingly!? I have no choice! it's my family... they'll disown me... I'll have no access to the vault-"

"Is this about money? you know I'll help-"

"No Narcissa," He paused, this time when his eyes adverted and her hand reached up to touch his face, he let her.

Spencer let himself lean into it, finding her touch oddly soothing. "It's- I don't want to do this... it's my family, everyone's in on it. I have French and American relatives penetrating their ministries for him..." Spencer dragged the last word out, and saw Narcissa's face shift to an even more worried expression.

He pulled away from her, and moved towards the window again. "You can be a warrior, or a vizard. But you don't get to choose." Spencer scoffed as he remembered the words, "It's instilled into our head's that saying... I guess I never really knew what it meant until now-"

"-Now I'm almost of age to get the mark, my eternal bond to the Dark Lord himself."

A pause settled over them, as his word's sunk in. Spencer Emrys had every right to be worried, he was nearly fourteen, nearly old enough to get the official bonding mark. "Bella- she-" Narcissa paused, "She told the Lord, that I'll not be taking the mark..."