A/N: Due to the fact that all of next week's prompts are "Author's Choice" I will be taking readers' requests for drabble titles/prompts and/or characters to be featured.
Necklace
Narcissa fingered the elaborate diamond necklace as Lucius put it reverently around her neck. She wore a low cut, black evening gown that flowed elegantly down her frame. The Malfoys were hosting their first ball for the Organization. The Lord himself would be attending. Narcissa was nervous – this was the first ball she would host. In her maidenhood, her mother was the hostess and after her marriage to Lucius she was the "new bride" and the responsibly was Lucius'. But now that Draco was born she was neither maid nor bride, but woman and wife… The responsibility was hers now.
Earrings
As a girl, Alecto loved earrings. For ministry balls she would wear her best evening gown, her hair up in curls and long, dangling earrings that glistened in the candlelight.
That night – the year she turned 16 – she had worn her best earrings and gown to the Ministry Christmas Ball. Alecto was sure that she looked beautiful. He would surely notice her and ask her to dance! But dances came and went and still he hadn't come to ask her to dance. "Amycus, have you seen Antonin Dolohov tonight?"
Her brother sighed. "He's been dancing with Bellatrix Black all night."
Watch
Eleanor couldn't stop watching the small silver watch in her hand. Five minutes after midnight. Antonin and Lucius should have been here twenty minutes ago. The subtle pop of an apparition made Eleanor turn around sharply, reaching for her wand. Instead of the men, it was Michele Parkinson who was approaching her at a half-run.
"Ella! You have to leave," Michele whispered vehemently on reaching her.
"Leave! Where? Why? Where're Anotnin and Lucius?"
"The Lord has disappeared, everything's at standstill. Antonin's mobilizing and warning everyone he can. Lucius is with his family. They sent me to you. We fear the worst."
Belt
Andromeda gripped the railing of the apartment staircase, breathing shallowly as her heart raced. If she was ever caught here – by her parents, her sisters – she would face reproach… If they knew why she was here, she would be utterly lost.
The young man who stood behind her put his hands on her shoulders, turning her around, gently. "Why are you fighting this, Andy?" He pulled her closer, capturing her lips with his.
"Because I'm not who you think I am, Ted." She dropped one hand to his belt, fingering the clasp. "I want this… but I can't have it."
Ring
Bellatrix sat on the large, four-post bed, waiting for Rodolphus to emerge from the bathroom. She lay back against the pillows, noticing how her silk nightgown matched the silk embroidering on he coverlet. She held her left hand up in front of her face; her wedding ring glinted in the candlelight. Bella was still not use to it. To the ring, to Rodolphus… Sometimes she wished it was— That didn't matter, not anymore. She was married. Married to a good man of a fine family. It was a comfortable marriage, the right marriage. She would get use to the ring.