Walking Through Woods on a Snowy Evening
Title: "Walking Through Woods on a Snowy Evening"
Game date: December 5, 1998 (because I don't know when we are, now.)
Time of day: 8pm
Characters featured: Narcissa Malfoy
Location: Malfoy Manor, in the back forty
Status: Personal/Reflective
Brief summary: Narcissa takes a walk outside after a month of being ill.
Completion: Completed
The night air felt bitingly crisp and cold as Narcissa breathed it in and plodded over the snow-blanketed ground. The powdery stuff crunched under the soles of her boots. Briefly, she wished Lucius or Draco were about, as a snowball fight seemed very appealing, after a month of being cooped up inside the Manor.
It didn't matter that she was already tired from walking so far from the house. Just the sheer thrill of imagining wild, abandoned movement, of splatting her husband's oh-so-elegant nose with snow and being splatted in return made her lips curl upward into a smile.
I'm a little young to be contemplating my second childhood, aren't I? Or am I simply missing something I rarely had?
Narcissa sighed at that thought, but only a little wistfully. It felt good to be out of bed, too good to waste the time in being moody.
I need to write to Andie tonight, apologise for not writing in forever. I'm sure no one bothered to tell her what was going on. I hope she doesn't think I decided to cut her off again. For a moment, Narcissa teetered on the edge of wallowing in anxiety about that but sternly squelched the knot of worry. If she's been thinking that, then my letter will explain things. There's no sense worrying about it.
Narcissa yawned widely, took a couple of steps toward a snow-dusted copse of trees, and then yawned again. It was no use. Time to head home.
But as she turned, she crouched to the ground and scooped up a handful of snow. That perhaps wasn't the wisest thing to do. She toppled over and got a faceful of snow for her trouble.
"Ack! Yech! Bloody Hell, that's cold!"
She swiped snow off the side of her face, dug it out of her cloak hood, and slowly climbed to her feet.
"Aridulus," she muttered and tapped the cloak with her wand. What had melted onto her cloak dried off instantly.
Narcissa contemplated the clump of snow she still held. She glanced toward the Manor in the distance, where she could see a dim light shining through a window.
"Hey, Lucius!" Narcissa whispered and threw.
Game date: December 5, 1998 (because I don't know when we are, now.)
Time of day: 8pm
Characters featured: Narcissa Malfoy
Location: Malfoy Manor, in the back forty
Status: Personal/Reflective
Brief summary: Narcissa takes a walk outside after a month of being ill.
Completion: Completed
The night air felt bitingly crisp and cold as Narcissa breathed it in and plodded over the snow-blanketed ground. The powdery stuff crunched under the soles of her boots. Briefly, she wished Lucius or Draco were about, as a snowball fight seemed very appealing, after a month of being cooped up inside the Manor.
It didn't matter that she was already tired from walking so far from the house. Just the sheer thrill of imagining wild, abandoned movement, of splatting her husband's oh-so-elegant nose with snow and being splatted in return made her lips curl upward into a smile.
I'm a little young to be contemplating my second childhood, aren't I? Or am I simply missing something I rarely had?
Narcissa sighed at that thought, but only a little wistfully. It felt good to be out of bed, too good to waste the time in being moody.
I need to write to Andie tonight, apologise for not writing in forever. I'm sure no one bothered to tell her what was going on. I hope she doesn't think I decided to cut her off again. For a moment, Narcissa teetered on the edge of wallowing in anxiety about that but sternly squelched the knot of worry. If she's been thinking that, then my letter will explain things. There's no sense worrying about it.
Narcissa yawned widely, took a couple of steps toward a snow-dusted copse of trees, and then yawned again. It was no use. Time to head home.
But as she turned, she crouched to the ground and scooped up a handful of snow. That perhaps wasn't the wisest thing to do. She toppled over and got a faceful of snow for her trouble.
"Ack! Yech! Bloody Hell, that's cold!"
She swiped snow off the side of her face, dug it out of her cloak hood, and slowly climbed to her feet.
"Aridulus," she muttered and tapped the cloak with her wand. What had melted onto her cloak dried off instantly.
Narcissa contemplated the clump of snow she still held. She glanced toward the Manor in the distance, where she could see a dim light shining through a window.
"Hey, Lucius!" Narcissa whispered and threw.