Can't Hold Me Down... Much
Who: Narcissa Malfoy, anyone
When: November 20th, mid-day
Where: Main St.
What: Narcissa is looking rather gloomy again, usually this only happens on specific days. I wonder why this time...
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A tall blond woman walked at a leisurely pace through the main street of Aternaville, eyes looking through the glass fronts into stores and restaurants. It was Narcissa's day off, she had requested it as such and was slowly beginning to regret that choice. At least working she wouldn't have to think about It and what today was. Or, not as often at any rate. Today was a special day in her life and while she never really thought about it back at the Manor, it hit her hard now to realize what had come to pass. Thirty-four years ago today... Oh it seemed so long ago.
Narcissa turned around and looked the way she had just come, a cool breeze nipping at her back and throwing her let out hair around her face. The scarf at her neck seemed to be useless, her long, calf-length jacket made of wool doing nothing for the cold. Not even her warm leather gloves or boots... But perhaps it was not the wind that made her numb as she was already frozen with grief. Under her glove she could feel her wedding ring, her opposing index, middle, and thumb touching at it gently. Today she had not cried, the blond refusing to do so as Lucius would not want it. She had refused to stay inside and mope like she had so many other times, she wouldn't give in to her sorrow.
It was just very difficult when you were alone. Narcissa didn't want to go pester Severus again, she had done that enough times. Besides, that man had his own worries now with marriage and a child---Merlin bless him. Perhaps she would visit Remus Lupin or Sirius, they had come to better terms in her book over the many past months. Though she was unaware of their own trouble at hand, she might decide not to visit at all. Who else was there to talk with? Draco? Ha. He was never even around! Lulu? Oh, no. The poor girl was engaged. Narcissa wouldn't be able to bear showering her in this sort of sadness that could come from love. John perhaps? Narcissa shook her head at the thought. She hadn't spoken to him in so long. There was no one. Not a soul to talk to and be comforted by.
Taking a seat on a chilled, metal bench, Mrs. Malfoy looked up at the blue sky and stared at the white clouds as the cold air rushed again at her and turned her cheeks pink. Why had things turned out this way?
When: November 20th, mid-day
Where: Main St.
What: Narcissa is looking rather gloomy again, usually this only happens on specific days. I wonder why this time...
OPEN. Join. You know you want to be active and awesome like that.
A tall blond woman walked at a leisurely pace through the main street of Aternaville, eyes looking through the glass fronts into stores and restaurants. It was Narcissa's day off, she had requested it as such and was slowly beginning to regret that choice. At least working she wouldn't have to think about It and what today was. Or, not as often at any rate. Today was a special day in her life and while she never really thought about it back at the Manor, it hit her hard now to realize what had come to pass. Thirty-four years ago today... Oh it seemed so long ago.
Narcissa turned around and looked the way she had just come, a cool breeze nipping at her back and throwing her let out hair around her face. The scarf at her neck seemed to be useless, her long, calf-length jacket made of wool doing nothing for the cold. Not even her warm leather gloves or boots... But perhaps it was not the wind that made her numb as she was already frozen with grief. Under her glove she could feel her wedding ring, her opposing index, middle, and thumb touching at it gently. Today she had not cried, the blond refusing to do so as Lucius would not want it. She had refused to stay inside and mope like she had so many other times, she wouldn't give in to her sorrow.
It was just very difficult when you were alone. Narcissa didn't want to go pester Severus again, she had done that enough times. Besides, that man had his own worries now with marriage and a child---Merlin bless him. Perhaps she would visit Remus Lupin or Sirius, they had come to better terms in her book over the many past months. Though she was unaware of their own trouble at hand, she might decide not to visit at all. Who else was there to talk with? Draco? Ha. He was never even around! Lulu? Oh, no. The poor girl was engaged. Narcissa wouldn't be able to bear showering her in this sort of sadness that could come from love. John perhaps? Narcissa shook her head at the thought. She hadn't spoken to him in so long. There was no one. Not a soul to talk to and be comforted by.
Taking a seat on a chilled, metal bench, Mrs. Malfoy looked up at the blue sky and stared at the white clouds as the cold air rushed again at her and turned her cheeks pink. Why had things turned out this way?