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The Malfoy Residence, Evening, July 31st

Jan 15, 2007 12:04

Narcissa stepped into the foyer, setting the bags she'd collected at several Paris shops on the floor for the house elves to deal with. She could hardly remember what she'd purchased; that hadn't been the point, after all. The means, rather than the end, had been her focus after her conversation with Draco. For a time she could pretend it was an ( Read more... )

lucius malfoy, narcissa malfoy

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still_soul January 15 2007, 20:22:09 UTC

Lucius sat in his study and sulked. Not that he would call it that, of course, but anyone else who knew him well would. He was sulking, slumped in his favourite chair and holding his favourite whisky and waiting for his favourite person to come home and yell at him. It had already been his son's turn and his friend's turn, now it was his wife's.

It was enough to make a man paranoid, he thought sullenly. It's their fault. They're the ones driving me mad.

Damn it, after a day like today, a man deserved his chair and his whisky and a night of peace. He deserved cosseting, he deserved indulgences, he deserved to not be yelled at for doing what he thought best.

He didn't expect to get any of it. Especially not after Narcissa saw the burnt sitting room wall.

ex_multitud January 15 2007, 20:32:58 UTC

Narcissa stalked through the halls looking for Lucius, trying the drawing room first, and then the library. She stepped into the sitting room and stopped dead.

She had thought she smelled something off.

Circe, what had happened while she was away? A charred black smear ran up one wall--obviously from a hex gone astray--and she stared at it a moment before lifting her chin and turning on her heel.

She found Lucius in the study. Standing in the doorway, she crossed her arms over her chest and glared at him.

"Have a pleasant afternoon?" she asked, her voice arch.

still_soul January 16 2007, 17:44:37 UTC

Lucius took one look at Narcissa and slouched deeper in his chair. There would apparently be no cosseting from her. Bitch. (He was very, very careful to keep that thought to himself and off his face; he was no fool.)

"Your son," he began with great dignity, "has a big mouth."

ex_multitud January 16 2007, 17:58:33 UTC

She raised an eyebrow, tilting her head and looking at him without moving from her spot in the doorway.

"Had you sworn him to secrecy, then? Had you confided in him that you'd been dumping your potions down the sink but told him 'we musn't breathe a word of this to your mother because she'll worry',?" She made an exasperated sound. "You idiot."

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ex_multitud January 19 2007, 19:16:09 UTC

She sighed, her anger seeping away even though her concern did not. "Yes. Well. You married me, so perhaps you are not such an idiot after all."

Pulling back so she could look into his face, she gave him a weak, tired smile. "And your son, whatever his other qualities, is not one either. We have to find a way to save him, Lucius. If Severus isn't the way, then we have to find another."