THE SCREEN SHOWED, Narcissus, wearing white robes, as he walked through Mother Magic's Temple, late at night.
"Is this what he does when he is gone?" Daphne questioned the same thing most of court what thinking.
Especially Ophiuchus.
Yet for Silas and Elias, they stayed silent.
They already knew this.
The sounds of his footsteps and soft humming bounced off the stone walls, leaving an echo.
Narcissus's imperious eyes gazed at the familiar carvings and artwork laid out around the temple.
"Wait— he can see?!" Draconian exclaimed.
'Yes, he can.' The twins thought. 'Along with many other things only we know.'
Beautiful work made by talented hands, from a time long passed.
The room was bathed in the low glow of silver moonlight.
Narcissus sees his own shadow flickered and danced along the walls and the high ceiling.
Narcissus won't lie.
Playing down his strengths is boring.
The twins knew the power he hold. For they have foreseen the calamity he brings.
Yet they cannot tell a soul, as they are under oath,
by Narcissus... and by Calytrix.
Leaving Ophiuchus in the dark.
A machiavellian, is something Narcissus has always been, since he was a younger.
He arrange people as though he is a florist, anyone can do it if they want, place flowers in a vase, but it takes years of practice to be any good at it, and some people will never be.
"That is a bit disturbing." Someone muttered.
'You don't know the half of it...' Silas thought.
Yet he is good, he is ever so good at what he does. For him, arranging people in such pretty patterns, such displays that always get him what he wants in the end, has always been easy.
The Black's and Malfoy's, don't know if they should be proud or be terrified of him.
People are just so easy to play with.
They do it to themselves really, and it would be a shame not to— exploit such pathetic vulnerabilities.
After all, he can get anyone he wants with a few words, a few empty promises that mean absolutely nothing.
All because promises are like candles, they light the world for a while, and then they're gone, and the world is back to the way it was before.
Narcissus had carved them so carefully from marble, crafted into a true work of art made from all the flowers of the world.
"I'm scared." Barty whispered, as he clung onto Regulus and Evan, who just rolled their eyes.
Yet they were just as scared.
"You damn fucker." A voice called out from behind him.
They had the voice of the wind between the stars that mortals never heard, that rushed and blew and ushered in the beginning and end of time.
Ophelia perked up at the voice.
She recognize it immediately.
Ophiuchus though didn't like them already.
Louis as well.
There a figure stood in the shadows.
"Tempest, what brings you here?" Narcissus asked not even turning around.
"What is with him and calling people by nicknames?" Sirius questioned. "He never called a person by their actual name."
Now they all paused.
Narcissus never called anyone by their actual names for some reason.
"Why do you think I'm here?" 'Tempest' said, you could hear how pissed off they were.
"Because you missed me?" Narcissus had laughed before he yelping as a bolt of crackling lightning was shot at him from the shadows.
'Lightning bolt? Classic.' Ophelia had just laughed internally to herself.
"I'll take that has a no." Narcissus said.
"No, fucking shit, dye job."
"Whoever they are, they need to wash their mouth out with soap."
"Leave my amazing hair out of this!" Narcissus huffed childishly.
"Sirius, did you kidnap Narcissus and y him as a mini you?" Remus questioned.
As Sirius would always talk about his hair.
"I didn't!" Sirius exclaimed. "I think...?"
Suddenly a sliver coil wrapped around his ankles before getting pulled back harshly, causing Narcissus to fall on the ground.
Ophelia laughed internally yet again seeing the familiar silver coil being used on someone else.
"Ugh." Narcissus groaned. "Have I ever told you how much I hate that whip of yours, Tempest?"
'I hate it too.' Ophelia thought. 'Only sometimes.'
"Yes you have." 'Tempest' answered, as
the the whip's coil on Narcissus's ankles loosened and returned to 'Tempest'
"Germaphobe— SHIT—!" Narcissus had barely dodged another strike of lightning.
When Narcissus looked back towards the shadows 'Tempest' was gone.
"Didn't even tell me why they were here." Narcissus grumbled.
"Atleast I can finish in peace." Narcissus sighed as he got back up returning his attention to the alter.
Before he and slid to his knees.
"Like he does for Astrophel." Marlene said, which made shippers agree.
The stone was worn and smooth, it felt cold to his skin even through the cloth of his silken robe.
He cleared his throat lightly, before clasping his hands together infront of him, as he closed his eyes.
"Eternal Mother, my keeper and guardian, your humble servant calls to you. Sustain me with thy power so I may proclaim your praise. I request this of you in your most holy name, O' bringer of magic. Honor me with your sacred favor." He prayed.
"Eternal Mother? Another name for Mother Magic." Ravenclaws took notes to add to their theories.
The twins knew exactly what was happening.
His voice echoed off the stonewalls.
As a cold breeze had entered through the temples windows.
Narcissus had opened his eyes, to reveal them to be glowing— glowing exactly like the imperius curse— but much more powerful.
"Thank you, Mother." Narcissus bowed before leaving.
Ophiuchus whispered something into Amelie's ear making her get up from his lap, and sitting down by his side instead.
He looked at the twins.
"We will be having a long talk later." He said.
Making the twins freeze.
'Shit...' They couldn't help but think.