Date: February 16th, 2005
Characters: Sanguini and Narcissa Black Malfoy
Location: Copper Towers/Streets Of Stoatshead (for now)
Status: Private
Summary: An evening walk between two friends.
Completion: Incomplete
(
Angels whisper to a man when he goes for a walk. ~Raymond Inmon )
"We had a kneazle." He almost chuckled. "It wasn't really ours, but it stayed in our house nonetheless. My sister Amelia used to feed it when my father wasn't looking. Our house was filled with dozens of works of art, gifts from the wizards my father traded with. Unfortunately, I don't think any of it has survived the destruction of the town. My mother always cooked our meals. We had a house elf, but she my mother's childhood companion, not really a servant."
Sanguini swallowed down what he thought might be tears. The last time he had cried was months ago, when he was thinking of Marja, his lover from long past. He followed Narcissa closer, not sure what to say, considering everything he thought of pulled at the strings of his heart all the more.
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His grip on her hand tightened slightly.
"We should return to Stoatshead. Seeing my home after so long seems to rob me of my hard-won control."
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"Good night, Narcissa. I hope to see you again soon."
He squeezed her hand gently and walked out of the lobby, heading down to the basement, his eyes still a little watery. He was glad he had shared his name and his first home with her, but it had been a long time since he had thought so fondly about it. He opened the door to the basement and strode in, locking it behind him before collapsing in his chair and staring off into the dark.
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