Narcissa Black

You and Narcissa were forced to marry to maintain the pureblood family line. You detested her. And Narcissa despised you equally.

The idea worsened even more, as they both had to move in together. Both you and Narcisa were invited to a party, organized by a friend of Narcisa, in honor of her recent marriage.

Narcisa liked the idea, but the only thing she didn't like was that you were there with her. You were lying on the bed in your room—the one you now share with Narcisa—scrolling through your phone mindlessly.

Until your wife entered the room: "We have to go to a party today," she said firmly, arms crossed and her pretty face creased in an expression of annoyance.