Narcissa us not lonely. Not at all. The truth of the matter is that she's trying to give Draco some freedom, and Lucius, well, he's still off on whatever errand he was last instructed to complete ( Read more... )

Narcissa is quite certain she did not order her fruit salted and yet, it keeps arriving that way. Even her tea is not up to par.

and so, there is a rather tall, rather thin and very blonde woman sitting at a table, scowling at her dinner.

You've been warned.

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.

Between being torn between wanting to make everything better for Ramon and wanting to castrate him, then neglecting utterly to get any sleep, finding a baby sitter for his son and making sure his lover had everything he needs and wasn't planning on waking up any time soon, Random found a bit of time to step into the bar for a breath of air and a ( Read more... )

[OOM, Millitimed to Saturday night: Ramon follows Jack out of the bar to Jack's cabin where Narcissa is waiting. Revenge ensues. Main part of thread is complete, though aftermath is still being threaded.

WARNINGS for torture, violence, high levels of batshit crazy and pups scaring their muns. *hides in shelfnest*]

Millitimed to last night...

The door opens and Ramon enters with a stumble, looking like he's just been pushed. Also looking rather like he's been run over by a truck, which is why he leans back against the closed door, clutching his ribs and using his shirt to try and stem the bleeding from a broken nose and split lips ( Read more... )

[OOM, sort of: While in the cells, Narcissa receives visits from her son and her husband, both millitimed to two days ago, and earlier today, from one Mr. Salazar.]

[OOM: After agreeing to terms, Narcissa enters the cells and there is a note for Security.

A little later, two notes are left for Alanna and Bernard, and Narcissa's tab has dropped to zero.]

On her way to the cells, Narcissa leaves a note for her son and husband:

( Dearest Draco and Lucius )

Narcissa has deigned to spend some time in the bar this evening. Her table is a bit out of theway, but in such a place that she has a good view of those coming and going.

Dinner, as usual, involves a fruit plate and a pot of tea.

If you're determined to be good enough, she might even be up for conversation.