(..) [ narcissa, standing in the vibrant hogwarts courtyard in the midst of spring, couldn't suppress a giggle as she watched her cousin emerge from his dorm with an amusingly disheveled appearance. she exchanged an amused glance with a friend, rolling her eyes in mock exasperation at his less-than-impeccable look. the courtyards lively atmosphere echoed with the laughter of students, and cissys playful eye-roll conveyed both affection and gentle teasing. ] must i loan you my comb for this semester? [ in her green and silver robe—- ( not a single hair or fuzz in sight, she’s be damned if she walked outside without looking her best. everything had to be perfect. ) narcissa swiftly fixed her cousin's unruly hair, the stark contrast to his disheveled appearance, highlighting her meticulous sense of refinement and the inherent difference that set them apart in their always divergent states of put-togetherness. ] there, sirius.