The temerity of the man! Getting her husband arrested, using her son as an assassin, leaving dead bodies in her sitting room? There was only so much Narcissa could take -- even if she was a woman of wealth, class and exquisite breeding.
Thirty. Fifty.
She watched the altimeter, a small charm she'd once used to keep an eye on how high her darling Draco was flying, flicking her wand at the rose garden's bird bath, sending the stone bowl a little higher, poised over the door, ready to fall.
Ten feet.
The temerity of the man! Getting her husband arrested, using her son as an assassin, leaving dead bodies in her sitting room? There was only so much Narcissa could take -- even if she was a woman of wealth, class and exquisite breeding.
Thirty. Fifty.
She watched the altimeter, a small charm she'd once used to keep an eye on how high her darling Draco was flying, flicking her wand at the rose garden's bird bath, sending the stone bowl a little higher, poised over the door, ready to fall.
Seventy feet.
Lets see him laugh this one off!
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