Narcissa was relieved when Draco returned, seemingly unharmed and unchanged. Other than complaining of being tired, he seemed unfazed by his ordeal of the full moon. He had been his room, recovering from his experience and Narcissa had tried to visit him, but had found him sleeping most of the time. Not knowing that he might be feigning, she had retreated to leave him to his rest.
She threw herself into her carnival plans, and was surprised when Lucius came to collect her. When he escorted her to Draco's room, she let herself hope for just a moment. She wanted to know what had happened on Friday evening.
They were seated in his room, and Draco seemed prepared to share some of his trials during the full moon. She sat, her hands folded neatly in her lap, as she patiently listened to him begin. She couldn't help a twitch of a grimace flash across her lips at the idea of eating rare or raw meat. When he mentioned an allergy, she raised her eyebrows, but did not interrupt.
It was clear that nothing terrible had happened during the Full Moon. If by some terrible error on Severus' part, Draco had turned or had suffered some horrific side affect, surely they would have been alerted to it.
Lucius watched without expression as Draco spoke. An allergy was the least of ill fates that could have befallen his son, and usually was the type of thing that could easily be avoided.
He looked sideways at Narcissa, at her slight grimace as Draco had mentioned the possible fondness for raw meat he might have acquired.
"Go on," Lucius said evenly, waiting for him to continue.
Draco turned his head towards the ceiling momentarily, as if praying for the strength. How was this something that would break him when he'd been through so much, he wasn't sure.
Part of him knew it wouldn't break him. Part of him knew he'd make it through. It just hurt like hell.
"I seem to be unable to touch silver any longer."
The mark of a werewolf cursed to someone who wasn't. Who was never and would not be. That curse on the heir to the Malfoy name. He wanted to torture Greyback with silver slivers until the beast died.
Narcissa couldn't help but frown slightly. The professor had mentioned a silver ill tolerance as a possible problem, but she had dismissed it. Draco had been bitten by the mad man in his human form, not as the werewolf, so it was logical to hope that he would not change. He still had not really discussed his experience, but the idea that he was now afflicted with a a clearly 'werewolf' problem was disturbing
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She threw herself into her carnival plans, and was surprised when Lucius came to collect her. When he escorted her to Draco's room, she let herself hope for just a moment. She wanted to know what had happened on Friday evening.
They were seated in his room, and Draco seemed prepared to share some of his trials during the full moon. She sat, her hands folded neatly in her lap, as she patiently listened to him begin. She couldn't help a twitch of a grimace flash across her lips at the idea of eating rare or raw meat. When he mentioned an allergy, she raised her eyebrows, but did not interrupt.
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Lucius watched without expression as Draco spoke. An allergy was the least of ill fates that could have befallen his son, and usually was the type of thing that could easily be avoided.
He looked sideways at Narcissa, at her slight grimace as Draco had mentioned the possible fondness for raw meat he might have acquired.
"Go on," Lucius said evenly, waiting for him to continue.
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Part of him knew it wouldn't break him. Part of him knew he'd make it through. It just hurt like hell.
"I seem to be unable to touch silver any longer."
The mark of a werewolf cursed to someone who wasn't. Who was never and would not be. That curse on the heir to the Malfoy name. He wanted to torture Greyback with silver slivers until the beast died.
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