prompt three: common room
Narcissa Black
On the cusp of war, the Slytherin common room is a very strange place, indeed. Their pureblooded pride, their reckless ambition, their hunger for power draws the to the Dark, some quickly, some quietly.
Narcissa, the dainty princess of the Blacks, has watched the Gryffindors and the Slytherins clash all year, taking their fear of impending chaos out on their ancient enemies.
It is not requested of her that she join a side; it goes unspoken that the Dark is her rightful place.
But she's not like Crouch, or Snape, or Nott. Murder, she thinks, is awfully wasteful, and her prejudices, while deep, are assumed and not asked.
The Dark clouds of the common room are no longer home for the tiaraed Narcissa.