open RP: an unpopcorning, quiet and without incident

[not_so_stellar]

(( With mod permission and due process followed, here is Narcissa Malfoy. Narcissa does not remember her prior time(s) at Hogwarts, unless and until we find it amusing. Barring that, she's straight outta HBP

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[ringo_raver]

"Hehehehehehehe," a voice said in the corner. Half in the shadows....okay, half in the wall was a shinigami. He was laughing because she looked so miserable. Reminded him of Mikami in fact.

Looks like Ryuk's found a new special friend!

[not_so_stellar]

Narcissa did not know the source of this mockery. Her eyelashes gummed together with butter, she could not even see him. She half suspected the laughter to be part of some inner nightmare.

[ringo_raver]

Vanishing back into the hallway, Ryuk grinned. He knew what would get the new person (Narcissa Malfoy, the eyes had said)'s attention.

Falling through the floor to the adjacent rooms below, Ryuk hovered until he was at just the right spot...then poked his head up through the floor at Narcissa.

"Hi."

[not_so_stellar]

Gasping, she scrabbled backward a little, slipping in the grease. "Oh!"

[g_wormtongue]

((argh. Reposted thrice for mistakes.))

On hearing a noise in the unpopcorning room he cautiously peered inside and saw...but no, it wasn't. Only a bit of nearsightedness made the woman lolling on the floor appear like Eowyn. Surely, this woman, whoever she was, would not want a visitor while she was in such an undignified position. And yet, it paid to know people around the castle. Surely if he could help her, that would be worth something. There might be some gratitude...no, there wouldn't of course there wouldn't he told himself firmly. And this strange woman, whoever she may be is hardly Eowyn, and possibly not even a Lady. Yet...

"Lady- may I offer you a cloth? Or find you a leechwife?"

[not_so_stellar]

She -- hiccoughed. "A leechwife?"

[g_wormtongue]

"A healer?"
He craned his neck. Seeing her lying was fascinating, especially with the resemblence to Eowyn.

[not_so_stellar]

"I need no leeches, thank you." The answer she gave would have echoed dimly the usual imperious demeanor of a Malfoy, except that Narcissa was too distracted and too confused to sound sure of herself. She was trying to place the fellow who was addressing her. He looked like a fugitive Death Eater, or else one with a curious notion of what constituted adequate hygiene. His hair straggled the way Snape's used to do. Perhaps another of the Dark Lord's servants who shunned the light? Against a background of such drab drones, her fair Draco should shine all the brighter, as her Lucius had done.

Where was Draco?

"No cloth will suffice for this." She plucked at the grease-sodden skirts of her robes. "You are too kind."

[methleigh]

Severus was striding along the corridors with a deep frown. He was still angry and hurt about being passed over for the Dark Arts position again.

Espying Narcissa, limp, sodden and greasy, he stopped, horrified. "Narcissa!" He rushed to help her. She was even more put-upon than he himself. While he was almost relieved to see her, he became even more deeply offended than he had been before. Such a state for Narcissa simply was unconscionable.

Quickly he spelled her robes clean with as gentle a spell as he could manage. "Turgeo."

[not_so_stellar]

She blinked and shuddered, too grateful to care he had seen her brought this low. "Severus? I -- I haven't got my wand anywhere --"

[methleigh]

Severus thought about the realities of school life and the dormitories. Narcissa deserved more. Until he could find somewhere else she could stay in his quarters and he would make due with the small sitting room. He knew Mr. Wednesday had wands, but he knew she must feel bereft and empty without her own. He would have been devastated. As unfortunate as she ws, she had her priorities straight. He would have expected nothing less.

"The school has changed a great deal, Narcissa - I may call you Narcissa still? There are wands available. They are sometimes fitted to their owners. I am sorry it will not be your wand, but you could work magic. I will show you to my quarters, and you may think of them as your own until some more suitable may be found or constructed, if you wish." he was formal, courteous and attentive. There were few people he would have preferred to see and he actually smiled, despite his habitual cloud of glooom since the DADA news.

[not_so_stellar]

She reached for his hands, for support. "Please," she said urgently, "is it finished? Is Dumbledore truly dead?"

[my_soul_itches]

There were some things that Hufflepuff's food libraries just didn't have. Decent, hand-baked cookies, for one. Packaged white chocolate macadamia cookies just weren't the same as the kind that you made from scratch. Also, you didn't get to eat the dough if they were already made

[not_so_stellar]

"A cookie?" Narcissa found this offer puzzling. "What sort?"

Some kind of prank?

[my_soul_itches]

"White chocolate macadamia. Here, look." Megan landed lightly on the ground and shifted the basket she had borrowed, showing plenty of still-warm cookies inside. "It just seemed like that kind of a day. Anyway, welcome back to Hogwarts! I'm Megan."

[not_so_stellar]

"I see. I am Mrs. Malfoy. What is your family name, Megan?" Narcissa found comfort in routine manners, chill as they might seem. But it was with something like gratitude that she took one of the cookies, and with no ill grace that she offered a genuine "Thank you. They're lovely."