LOG: Goodie!
WHO: Draco and Narcissa (with a side of Celeste and Lyra)
WHAT: Draco's got a penis again!
WHEN: Late morning.
WHERE: Malfoy Manor
With: Humour and deals making
"WAHOO!!!! IT'S BACK! IT'S BACK~! I'M MEEEEE!!!!!" Draco's voice, his MALE voice, rang out in the Manor.
Celeste looked at Narcissa, picked up Lyra, and left the room. "I am not dealing with him being a man again. I had to do so last time. It is your turn."
While she couldn't help a small snicker at his gleeful and BOYISH exclaimation, Narcissa was more pouty than happy about it. Not that she'd say so, but she rather enjoyed having a n all grown up daughter, and now he's a SON again. "Draco, darling, that's wonderful," she said in attempt to hide her disappointment.
Draco cheerfully bounded into the Parlor, frowned slightly seeing his wife wasn't there (and with Harry off Auroring, too! hmpfh) he grabbed up his mum and swung her around... despite the very fem robes he had on. Stopping to change before gleeing all over the Manor hadn't crossed his mind. "Mum! I'm me again! We should throw a gala. Do say we can throw a gala!"
Her disappointment melted quickly with the mention of the party. "oooh, that would be fabulous. We haven't had any reason recently enough!" Narcissa's mind was already going through mental lists of decorations, invitees, etc..
"On one condition, though," she stated.
Draco raised a practised eyebrow. "....condition." he repeated. "What sort of condition, Mother? I'm certainly not going to leave Potter out of this."
"Oh, I wouldn't dream of asking you to." She reassured him, before a slightly devious smirk was on her face. "It's only that, if we're going to have a gala, I'm going to need a new dress. Who will I take shopping with me?"
"...Celeste, Perhaps?"
Narcissa looked at him with a pout. "But that's not what I had in mind. She's not nearly as much fun as you were at the spa, darling."
Draco thought a moment. He made a show of thinking about it. He put his fingertips to his lips and sighed, tilting his head. Then he crossed his arms and stuck his tongue out just a little before chewing plebianly on his lower lip for another half moment. Then, with a put-upon sigh, he dropped his arms. "I suppose I could be convinced to take you shopping. ..For a price of course, Mother," he smirked.
"Is your dear mum's company not enough?" she sighed and rolled her eyes just a tad. Of course she would do anything for Draco, but that didn't stop her from an occasional guilt trip. "Anything, Draco," she finally admitted.
His smirk turned into a small smile, that then turned into a gleeful grin and a slight bounce on the balls of his feet. "Oh goodie!"
Narcissa rose an eyebrow at him, now throughly confused and curious as to what that price was. "Of course, I can't give it to you until you fill me in on the price, darling."
"All in due time, Mother, of course. First your shopping. THEN my Prize."
In the other room, Celeste listened in and wondered just what her husband was up to. "Lyra, I do believe your Papa's losing his mind, yes he is," she told their little seven month old daughter. "Next you know, he's going to be prancing around in skirts and going to spas." She paused. "Again."
Despite knowing that making a promise when one doesn't know the actual promise that was made wasn't USUALLY the most brilliant of ideas, Narcissa thought her son to be the exception to the rule. After all, there was very little that she wouldn't do for him, and if it was something in there, well, she'd just pout until he changed his mind about this price slash prize. "Very well, then," she grinned. She was, after all, very excited that even as a male again, she wouldn't be losing her shopping partner.
Draco grinned and offered her his arm. "Shall we, then, Mother? We've still several hours before Potter returns, and I do believe I'll put off going back to the shop until tomorrow. The speedy muggle can take care of the paper work at the orphanage adequately, of course."
"Would you like to change into some bloke clothing first?"
Draco facepalmed. He'd forgotten. "Right. Yes. THEN we'll go!"
WHAT: Draco's got a penis again!
WHEN: Late morning.
WHERE: Malfoy Manor
With: Humour and deals making
"WAHOO!!!! IT'S BACK! IT'S BACK~! I'M MEEEEE!!!!!" Draco's voice, his MALE voice, rang out in the Manor.
Celeste looked at Narcissa, picked up Lyra, and left the room. "I am not dealing with him being a man again. I had to do so last time. It is your turn."
While she couldn't help a small snicker at his gleeful and BOYISH exclaimation, Narcissa was more pouty than happy about it. Not that she'd say so, but she rather enjoyed having a n all grown up daughter, and now he's a SON again. "Draco, darling, that's wonderful," she said in attempt to hide her disappointment.
Draco cheerfully bounded into the Parlor, frowned slightly seeing his wife wasn't there (and with Harry off Auroring, too! hmpfh) he grabbed up his mum and swung her around... despite the very fem robes he had on. Stopping to change before gleeing all over the Manor hadn't crossed his mind. "Mum! I'm me again! We should throw a gala. Do say we can throw a gala!"
Her disappointment melted quickly with the mention of the party. "oooh, that would be fabulous. We haven't had any reason recently enough!" Narcissa's mind was already going through mental lists of decorations, invitees, etc..
"On one condition, though," she stated.
Draco raised a practised eyebrow. "....condition." he repeated. "What sort of condition, Mother? I'm certainly not going to leave Potter out of this."
"Oh, I wouldn't dream of asking you to." She reassured him, before a slightly devious smirk was on her face. "It's only that, if we're going to have a gala, I'm going to need a new dress. Who will I take shopping with me?"
"...Celeste, Perhaps?"
Narcissa looked at him with a pout. "But that's not what I had in mind. She's not nearly as much fun as you were at the spa, darling."
Draco thought a moment. He made a show of thinking about it. He put his fingertips to his lips and sighed, tilting his head. Then he crossed his arms and stuck his tongue out just a little before chewing plebianly on his lower lip for another half moment. Then, with a put-upon sigh, he dropped his arms. "I suppose I could be convinced to take you shopping. ..For a price of course, Mother," he smirked.
"Is your dear mum's company not enough?" she sighed and rolled her eyes just a tad. Of course she would do anything for Draco, but that didn't stop her from an occasional guilt trip. "Anything, Draco," she finally admitted.
His smirk turned into a small smile, that then turned into a gleeful grin and a slight bounce on the balls of his feet. "Oh goodie!"
Narcissa rose an eyebrow at him, now throughly confused and curious as to what that price was. "Of course, I can't give it to you until you fill me in on the price, darling."
"All in due time, Mother, of course. First your shopping. THEN my Prize."
In the other room, Celeste listened in and wondered just what her husband was up to. "Lyra, I do believe your Papa's losing his mind, yes he is," she told their little seven month old daughter. "Next you know, he's going to be prancing around in skirts and going to spas." She paused. "Again."
Despite knowing that making a promise when one doesn't know the actual promise that was made wasn't USUALLY the most brilliant of ideas, Narcissa thought her son to be the exception to the rule. After all, there was very little that she wouldn't do for him, and if it was something in there, well, she'd just pout until he changed his mind about this price slash prize. "Very well, then," she grinned. She was, after all, very excited that even as a male again, she wouldn't be losing her shopping partner.
Draco grinned and offered her his arm. "Shall we, then, Mother? We've still several hours before Potter returns, and I do believe I'll put off going back to the shop until tomorrow. The speedy muggle can take care of the paper work at the orphanage adequately, of course."
"Would you like to change into some bloke clothing first?"
Draco facepalmed. He'd forgotten. "Right. Yes. THEN we'll go!"