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[beauty_marred]

Narcissa is downstairs this afternoon, over near the observation window. Pacing. And being, in general, very Not Happy.

This might have something to do with a certain note she read (and destroyed) earlier.

Just maybe.

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[not_death_eater]

Her husband is there, and falls into step with her. His face is paler then usual, and there are black circles under his eyes. He hasn't been sleeping well, since he came back here.

"My dear."

[beauty_marred]

She's noticed and she knows not to press, but this time, well, she's getting the distinct feeling something is different.

"Lucius." Narcissa stops pacing and stands by the window, arms crossed. "What is going on?"

[not_death_eater]

He stops his movement, and looks her square in the eyes. Even with the magic one.

"The Dark Lord has given me a mission, to prove myself after failing him, and getting placed in Azkaban. He has sent me to dispatch another of our number, who has failed in his mission."

[beauty_marred]

These are orders to be expected and fairly simple ones at that.

Still, that knowledge does nothing to stop the hollow feeling forming in the pit of her stomach.

"Will it be so difficult?"