Narcissa sat depressed at the end of the room full of death eaters. She felt so left out of the group. Every single person in the room had a mark on their left forearm, but she didn't. Lucius had told her that this was a man's business, and that she shouldn't get involved.
"What about Bellatrix?"
"Well that's exactly my point this is a man's business." She had chuckled at that, but sometimes it got rather annoying, not being a part of the group. She was often kicked out of her own house because they were discussing something very important. Today was the day she was going to ask if she was finally worthy.
"My lord" Voldemort stared down at the petite blonde rather annoyed by the interruption.
"Yes, Narcissa" he answered in a rather stagnant tone.
"I was wondering if I could perhaps receive my mark." Voldemort held back the urge to laugh. This woman wanted to be marked. It was rather amusing, but to make it more amusing he held his tongue.
"Yes you seem worthy enough." Lucius and Bellatrix both stared wide-eyed. Narcissa was the sweet innocent blonde that got everything she wanted except this. Bellatrix wanted to scream, and Lucius want to stop him from ruining his trophy wife. Voldemort placed his wand on her left forearm, and everyone stared in excitement as he muttered a curse. Narcissa shut her eyes, and let the pain spread through her, but she resisted the urge to let out any cry of agony. After the pain was gone she looked down to see her new mark. She let out a blood curling scream as she saw her arm, and Voldemort laughed. Where a dark mark normally would be was now the tattoo of a unicorn.
"I thought you were worthy of that." The other death eaters laughed, and even Lucius let out a little chuckle. Narcissa stormed out of the room angry with all of them. This wasn't how she wanted to be marked.
