Remus J. Lupin (wolfsbane_bites) wrote in mischefmanaged,
Remus J. Lupin
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Family rivalries?

Hooray, our second roleplay!


Narcissa was sitting at the Slytherin table, surrounded by her closest "friends". Last night had been wonderful; Lucius had given her her first kiss. Of course she had kissed other boys before, lots of them. But none like Lucius Malfoy. She grinned as she recalled last night's escapades. Only, she had no idea where Lucius was now. He certainly wasn't eating breakfast. With an annoyed humph, Narcissa glanced around. She scowled as her blood-traitor cousin and his stupid friend Rowland or whatever is name is entered.

Sirius strolled toward into the Great Hall, visibly late to breakfast. Smug look plastered about his face, Sirius took a sharp turn toward the Slytherin table to greet his cousin. By greeting, of course, Sirius slammed his hand on the table in front of her, grinning slyly. "So, Cissy, word is that you and Lucius snogged all over the Slytherin common room," He paused, pushing fallen hair behind an ear. “Or, as everyone else has been saying, 'those blond prats from Slytherin were sucking face!'" Sirius finished with a toothy grin.

Remus sighed and looked from Narcissa to Sirius. Truth be told, he wasn’t too fond of the Slytherin girl himself, but that didn’t mean Sirius should be talking to his cousin that way. “Sirius, that was kind of a rude way to put it…” he said tentatively. Though, he thought to himself, far be it from me to turn the other way from school news. Turning back to Narcissa he asked, “But that’s true?”

Narcissa tossed her sheet of long silvery hair over her shoulder and glared at Sirius, not even looking at the other boy. "First of all," she said, putting down her spoon, "do not ever call me Cissy, alright? We're not friends, and it's just by pure mishap that we're even related. Second of all..." She paused for a moment, thinking. "It's none of your damn business what I do, so just go find your ugly little rat friend and the Potter loser and leave me alone." She grinned sweetly at him. "Okay?"

"Well first of all, Cissy, I'll call you whatever I damn well please." Sirius scratched the back of his head thoughtfully, before mumbling to himself and turning to Remus. "Regardless, she's a bloody prat. And it's a Malfoy, Mooney, a Malfoy." Sirius bit his lip and whipped back to Narcissa. "Second of all," Sirius glared at his cousin. "There isn't really a second of all, but don't you dare say that about my friends just because you have none." Sirius corrected himself, smiling innocently. "That is, none that associate with you for reasons other than the fact that you're from a 'pure bloodline'."

Remus hesitated, and then responded quietly to Sirius, “Be that as it may, she’s still your cousin. I know you’re not too… fond of your family, but that still stands—even if she is going with a Malfoy.” He gave Sirius A Look, and then turned back to Narcissa once again, his expression hardening. “And never,” he started, in complete agreement with Sirius, “talk like that about James and Peter in front of us.”

Narcissa looked carelessly over at the pretty girls sitting beside her, all of them still chatting but throwing glares at Sirius and his friend. "Well if you can call my future husband names, and call me a 'bloody prat', I think it's only fair that I can say what I choose about your friends." She threw a nasty look to the Gryffindor table. "And, Padfoot," she said nastily. She had heard Pettigrew call Sirius that the other day in Potions. She had no idea what it meant, nor did she really care. "You can just go have a seat now." She turned her glare on the other boy. "I don't need you to stick up for me, thanks," she said nastily, and continued eating her grapefruit.

Sirius sneered, pushing his thumb into her grapefruit; the citrus squirted its acidic juice all over the better part Narcissa's face and neck. "Don't be a prat, Cissa. Sometimes you get what you deserve." Sirius turned to face Remus, flashing him the smallest of smirks. "Shall we?" And with that, the ebony-haired boy strode back to his table, hand resting just below his hip.

Remus continued to stare at Narcissa for a split second, eyebrows raised in slight surprise. He debated whether or not he should attempt an apology in Sirius’ stead, but considering how the rest of the conversation had gone when he had attempted to be polite, he decided it wasn’t worth the trouble. He shook his head and turned to go catch up with Sirius. He let slip an amused chuckle before looking up at his friend. “I won’t bring family into it again, but Sirius, if you keep on like that with her, one day she’s probably going to try and kill you.”

Narcissa gasped with complete surprise-- this was the least thing she expected. How undignified her cousin was! Several of the girls at her table reached over with napkins. She swatted them away with her hand and felt for her wand in her robes. No, she thought, finally finding it, he's not worth it. She glared at the Gryffindor table where Sirius was grinning with his friend. She didn't care if he was polite or not; if he was friends with Sirius, then he wasn't good enough for her. With as much poise as she could muster, she wiped her face, stood up, and strode from the Great Hall, bent on finding Lucius. He would make it better.
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