There are several quiet, out of the way corners in the bar at any one given time.
In one of these corners tonight, Narcissa is sitting comfortably, enjoying an evening cup of tea and the view out the observation window. She's been in a relatively good mood of late, and tonight is no different.
Narcissa has deigned to grace the bar proper with her presence this afternoon. Fortunately, she's not all that keen on drawing too much attention to herself. As such, she simply settles into a chair near the fire and orders a pot of tea from a waitrat. She's in the mood for direct service, it seems.
Perhaps he should not have partaken of the chocolate he had been given earlier. Perhaps he should have been more cautious. Perhaps he should have stayed in his room
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Currently seated near the fire is Narcissa, enjoying a nice hot cup of tea. She spent some time outside this afternoon, taking a brisk walk along the lake shore.
Eventually, however, the chill became too much and she has returned back inside to warm up.
The weather is starting to cool. Narcissa is certainly not the first to notice it, nor is she likely the first to complain. But she will anyway
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Narcissa had left the House of Arch as quickly as she could once the whole situation with the clock was taken care of. It's not that it wasn't suitable to her tastes, she just refused to be any more in debt to him than she had to be
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*With a bounce to his step, Dionysus slides behind the bar. He gives her a welcome pat. And pauses when a bottle of champange appears in an ice bucket
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