Narcissa Black refuses to use the showers in the Slytherin girls’ dormitory. Having been raised with a bathtub her entire life (filled quickly by scurrying elves or a hot water jet from a nursery maid’s wand) she approached this contraptions warily her first year. Having a gaggle of other eleven year old purebloods behind her (who were also largely unfamiliar with this bathing device), Narcissa attempted a brave-yet-full-of-contempt look.
“Well,” She stated, turning her nose up in the air at the green-and-cream tiles and metal knobs. “This must be some sort of disgusting muggle invention. Like denim.”
For an extremely brief time, during Miss Black’s fourth year, Hogwarts attempted to get the not-so-active people active and the students who were overly dedicated to their studies outside- through a school wide athletics class.When when the mandatory class appeared on Miss Black’s time table she swore not to go. Following that decision, Miss Black was subjected to a series of detentions until her mother and father came to the rescue with a note from their family healer. Miss Black’s delicate constitution would clearly be adversely affected by this class and in no way should she be forced to attend.
It was with a very, very smug look that she handed this letter over to Madame Hooch.
Narcissa loves to waltz. Any man could win her affection for at least a moment by truly being a good dancing partner.
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Narcissa prefers diamonds and pearls above anything else in her jewelry.
Narcissa vigilantly believes in wearing corsets, as did her mother before her and her mother before her.
Her favorite type of flower is not the narcissus. She prefers chrysanthemums.
Narcissa refrains from profanity. There is no need to be using crude words when one sounds far more intelligent eloquently describing the situation. Of course, there are few exceptions. Bellatrix, it seems, can always arouse anger that forces filthy words to slip her tongue. Lucius can arouse something else within her that nevertheless also causes murmured cusses.
Narcissa has a ribbon of every color, pattern, length, and material possible. They have their own special trunk that fits perfectly within her larger one.
Despite the popular stereotype that all Slytherins wear green to constantly support their house, even post graduation, Narcissa wears various shades of the color because she thinks she looks rather smashing in it.
Narcissa keeps a journal that she writes in diligently. Be warned, privacy intruders (especially Bellatrix), it’s kept under lock and key as well as a few choice jinxes.
Narcissa enjoys the beach very much. However, she’s very careful to apply skin-protection potions and stay under a parasol as often as she can. Her taste in swim suits is also rather conservative. Being unable to swim far distances as well as having an unwillingness to dampen her hair, her friends often ask her “Well, what’s the point of going?”
Narcissa visited a mediwitch every time she returns home from school (and about four times a year after graduation), to have her body hair charmed off. She despises the way her body looks if she goes too long in between appointments.
Narcissa ties every note, package, and letter with one of her bows.
It takes Narcissa exactly two hours and forty-five minutes to get ready. She let’s herself acclimate to the morning for twenty minutes after awaking. From there she begins to plan out her clothing for the day, which takes patience and dedication to retaining her appearance. The remaining hour and forty-five minutes are split between bathing, drying and arranging her hair, cleaning and magically whitening her teeth, and achieving the perfect natural makeup look.
