Flashes from life
Escape
Narcissa Black
Too quiet, too shy, too little, always lost in the background, while her sisters are in the middle of everything dancing and chatting and laughing, while her cousins are there charming everyone, no matter how young they are. While her parents are the queen and the king of the party.
She feels humiliated, but tries to hide it. A new dress, pale blue (just right colour for her), and just as new high heels (silver and she just can't ignore the way they rub her feet). Lovely shiny hair, beautiful necklace, all the little details of her face and body – no one cares about them, and she would gladly escape.
She is fifteen, with her fingers grasping the wine glass and lips set to a smile. She doesn't belong here, not like Bella and Andi and the others. She shouldn't have been born to the Black family, because clearly she's not one of them. She doesn't have their dark and amazing looks, the graceful way to walk and talk and breathe. No, she is only the wall's prettiest flower, who blushes and stammers and can't stop thinking how her heels hurt.
He comes and she startles, almost drops her glass. How she envies him - his every step and word and movement are full of elegance, he is a perfect Malfoy, a perfect pure-blood. Everything she will never be.
He asks her to dance with a natural confidence she wishes she would own. She says yes, of course she says yes, and he leads her to the dance floor. He is an excellent dancer (naturally), and while she glides through the floor in his arms, she keeps hoping that somehow some of his grace would transfer itself to her.