Pairing the character (Rodolphus Lestrange/Narcissa Black)
She moved in perfection. The porcelain doll to a crystalline family. Even her smile was a grace of the angels and her eyes like liquid gems. She was the embodiment of all things pureblood. She was perfect.
Rodolphus was the furthest thing from perfect. He never stood a chance. So he watched from afar. She strolled through the halls of Hogwarts with a pristine air. Her head was held high, her blonde hair is loose curls, her essence bordering of a goddess. Everything about her was perfect.
Rodolphus loved her. She loved another. There was no chance for him.
But when she smiled at him, that perfect row of teeth showing, Rodolphus always smiled back. Maybe, just maybe, he could snag a piece of perfection for himself.