, standing in motion. [narcissa]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i52.tinypic.com/otj5sn.jpg); width: 390px; height: 450px; -moz-border-radius: 40px 0px 40px 0px; border-radius:40px 0px 40px 0px; opacity: 0.8; border-right: #7298ac 15px solid; border-left: #7298ac 15px solid;] With Autumn in the air and the weather quickly falling prey to winter's grasp, Regulus Black was not nearly so impervious to seasonal illness, despite what others seemed to think. He was just as vulnerable as any, just as human. Though that very moment he was wishing otherwise, the congestion in his breathing passage being far too tight to sleep through the early morning as he would have until he was required to get up for their morning quidditch practice. Finding his limbs considerably weakened as he attempted to push himself off the mattress, Regulus wiped at his nose in private disgust. His fellow fifth years were still asleep, snoring and occasionally murmuring in their sleep from what he could hear. Rubbing his face roughly with his hands he shoved his way off his four poster bed and through the emerald green drapes that curtained it. The false windows one of which Lyra was perched soundly, showed only the faint glow of early morning, casting but a dim light over the room. Glancing over at the mirror, he was not surprised to find his appearance much more subpar than usual. His skin was notably more pale than usual, his eyes somewhat puffy and his nose tinted red with a cold. Frowning he dragged his fingers back through his matted curls, dressed himself in his robes, absently remembering to grab his wand from beneath his pillow and sluggishly made his way out of his room. It was only when he reached the common room that he made the effort to look unaffected and ill, falling into his usual smug stride despite the fact that no one was there and he continued his way through the castle in teh same manner, occasionally passing by a yawning ghost or two and several portraits still half-asleep. By the time he had reached the Hospital Wing, the sky had grown a lighter blue but the majority of the castle was still relatively quiet. It came as no surprise however to find the school nurse awake about about, tending to a younger student dressed in his sleep attire who appeared to have turned a faint green. Upon his own entrance, the nurse didn't so much as give him a second glance before rushing into her office as he sat down on one of the beds, returning moments later with a bottle he recognized as a Pepperup Potion. He stared at the bottle as she unscrewed it and poored a healthy portion into a goblet. Taking it from her quietly as she reminded him off the side affects, he peered skeptically at the liquid, downing it shortly after, a drop sliding down his neck. With the goblet empty, he used his other hand to wipe away the mess, too tired and too congested to care. The nurse had returned to tending to the sickly looking boy and he was left to himself, the potion settling in rather quickly, steam already starting to come out of his ears. He wanted to go back to sleep and he wasn't at all feeling up to quidditch practice despite his Black Pride trying to tell him otherwise. But no, he argued internally, his health came first and he had a feeling he would be useless on the pitch in the state he was in. It certainly did help any that his cognitive process was less substantial that usual. After some silent contemplation he rubbed his eyes - which were itchy and sore and smothered a yawn. The nurse, having noticed this as she was walking back his way gave him permission to sleep in the bed he had already occupied. And as she pulled the white curtains around to give him his privacy, the young Slytherin lay his head back on the pillow and fell asleep, the wispy cycles of steam streaming from his ears. He woke up what felt like a day later, though he quickly found he wasn't that far off. He'd been excused from quidditch practice and further his classes, having slept well into the day. Rubbing at his eyes he looked over at the window, the drapes no longer pulled around him. A couple other students filled the other beds now, the one from earlier, gone. He was feeling a great deal better. Rested, and the congestion he'd woken with earlier was now gone, though what appeared to be the remnants of a headache lingered.

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[NARCISSA CEDRELLA BLACK]

Narcissa could be considered a cold person, yes. However, that did not mean she enjoyed the cold. The first snow? Yes, she loved it because that meant the holidays would be coming soon enough and she’d be able to spend it with her family. There was also the parts about presents, but that rarely was a big thing in the Black household. Cissa didn’t like the chilling weather. All the layers she put on were a hassle and being the Black she was, Cissa absolutely loved to be in her usual ‘I-look-better-than-though’ look completed with a gorgeous outfit and shoes to match. It was very much difficult to choose what to wear if her outer robes would just be covering it all the time. Then again, she could always wear the lesser clothes she’d never wear out in public for too long. Still, Narcissa barely owned clothes that weren’t stylish, being quite the fashionista she was. So, comparing the pros and cons about the chilling weather, Narcissa found it had more cons. Besides, when cold her smooth, pale face usually was tinged pink from the frostiness of the weather. She detested when it happened because she thought she looked rather silly with a tinged nose and cheeks. She would rather not have her cheeks flushed from the cold, thank you very much. Oh, and can’t forget about getting ill. Of course, Narcissa would always be looking her best, even when ill, she didn’t particularly like it. Most the time, she could just slip on something and work her hair into something nice and be ready for the day. During autumn and winter, Narcissa had to work to look her usual beautiful self. She had to work at it.

And yes, it was worth repeating twice because she didn’t like working to look beautiful. She knew she was beautiful, so why did she have to work to be beautiful during the colder season(s)? It didn’t make sense to her and she didn’t like it. Being as narcissistic as she is, Narcissa didn’t like that notion of not looking beautiful. Which was exactly the problem when getting ill or getting flushed from the cold. She looked absolutely ridiculous as compared to her usual, flawless beauty. She barely even had bedhead for Merlin’s sake! How could something such as cold weather make her work to be beautiful when not even a night of sleep could make her look as ridiculous as autumn and winter did. And yes, she was still on about that. Narcissa liked this weather, it was cool and brought along plenty of holidays to spend with family, but she just hated how it bothered her looks so much. Couldn’t it have left her beauty alone like everything else? It didn’t help that she was a Black and as a Black Narcissa liked to be looking her best everyday as so there were no bad days. Look at Sirius, even if he was blasted from the family tree and considered a blood traitor, he still had plenty of girls flocking to him everyday for his handsome looks. Disowned or not, Sirius Black still had the Black good-looks. It just wasn’t fair that such a nice time had to bother her looks, even if they were as slight as they were.

Raising from bed, being an early riser, Narcissa stopped her contemplating and moved out of the huddle of blankets around her. She was hoping she could keep herself from getting ill and it worked a few times in the past once the cold seemed to settle in. However, as she stepped out, Narcissa sneezed softly, inwardly cursing anything she could think of. It happened almost every time. Her nose would get stuffy and she’d be sniffling - until she was in the company of others - and it bothered her. The sniffling did. Times like this she wished that the Most Ancient and Noble House of Black not only had gorgeous looks but also an unbeatable immune system. It just seemed to prove that though they were Blacks, they were still human and thus susceptible to illnesses such as the common cold. With a slight pause, as to look around her room, Narcissa was almost glad that her nose had suddenly cleared up. She wouldn’t have to deal with that at least. Wandering into the bathroom, Narcissa got herself ready for that day.

The day was quite slow. Nothing eventful and the classes certainly boring as usual. However, after the first three classes, Cissa couldn't help but notice her dear cousin Regulus was not around. With what would have been a slight panic, Narcissa wandered her free period around the common room, asking fellow fifth years if they'd seen her cousin. After the fifth person or so, Narcissa huffed and marched over to his own dormmates. "Have any of you seen Regulus this morning?" her tone was polite and light, but there was a underlying frostiness in her words. "Sorry love. When we woke up, Regulus wasn't there." With a sigh and a slight, polite smile, Narcissa thanked them and exited the common room. It was nearly dinnertime, so she made her way to the Great Hall. Once there, she sat and piled on her plate, adding extra for Regulus, as she planned to search for him. However, noting Leroy Selwyn at the far end of the table Narcissa figured he would know where her cousin was. And luckily he did. The Hospital Wing. Worry flooded her and Naricssa thanked the seventh year before heading out at her normal, 'I make my own time' pace. Out of sight, Narcissa quickened her pace only slightly.

Once at the Hospital Wing, Narcissa almost immediately found the school nurse with the same potion laying around her, as if she was stocking up for the moment. Of course, Cissa wasn’t surprised, flu season was coming up. However, that wasn't what she was there for. "Good Evening, Madame Pomfrey. I've heard my cousin was here, so I thought I'd come visit him." Narcissa smiled pleasantly, as she was taught to do when speaking to those whom she needed a favor from. The nurse simply smiled in return and gestured her towards her cousin. "Regulus, what are you doing here? You’re not hurt, are you cousin?" she asked, concerned as she made her way towards her cousin, dinner plate in one hand, a vial of potion in the other. Laying the still filled dinner plate on the nightstand near the bed, Narcissa pulled up a chair.

"Or are you ill, Regulus?" she asked. She couldn’t help it, really. Narcissa was almost like a mother. She worried too much about her family. Though, she would only show it around them. With others around, it would look as if she was worried, but she wouldn’t do anything about it. Luckily, it was the two of them either around, or in that area at the moment, for Madam Promfrey went back into her office and some of the other beds still had the curtains pulled shut.

WORDS, many
TAGGED, regulus
NOTES, woah, didn't expect it this long. a lot of babbling, sorry!
LYRICS, dance, dance by fall out boy
CREDITS, moi