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RP: To the Manor born

Jul 21, 2008 23:30

Date: February 21, 1999
Characters: Draco Malfoy, Narcissa Malfoy
Location: Malfoy Manor
Status: Private
Summary: Draco comes home
Completion: Incomplete

Draco had only brought home his trunk full of possesions, leaving behind all of the things that Greg and Michael were presumably still using; the cooking and eating utensils, mostly, since he wasn't ( Read more... )

place: malfoy manor, narcissa malfoy, draco malfoy, february 1999

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rar_narcissa July 21 2008, 23:05:17 UTC

Narcissa was in her morning room, sitting in front of a large loom and adding the last touches of gold embroidery to the tapestry she was making for the new shop, when she saw movement in the doorway out of the corner of her eye. "Draco?" she called, letting her needle drop and peering around the side of the frame. She smiled when she saw her son, and walked over to hug him. "Welcome back, darling, I was wondering when you would arrive."

rar_draco July 21 2008, 23:49:05 UTC

"Yes, it's me," he said, and moved towards her so that she didn't have to come so far. She looked well - happier than he'd seen her these past few years. Maybe he was wrong about his parents...or perhaps he'd change his mind when he saw his father again; he remembered him almost...frail in the hospital, and then tried hard not to remember.

"It's good to see you, mother," he said, "and it's nice to be home."

rar_narcissa July 22 2008, 00:00:10 UTC

"Come in," Narcissa said, pulling back and waving vaguely into the room. She walked back to her chair but left her needle hanging from the back of the tapestry. "Have you eaten?" she asked as she picked up her wand from the small table next to the loom and brought a second chair over for Draco.

rar_draco July 23 2008, 22:04:59 UTC

"Not yet, but I'm not particularly hungry," he went to sit in the chair that she had summoned, just appreciating it for a moment. It was quiet. Unrushed. Calm. There were no intense emotions, or people. No Pansy. No Neville. No Lavender. No Potter. No Katie. No ghosts of dead schoolmates. It was just...the Manor. Home.

He slowly smiled, and looked over towards her. "What have you been working on?" he asked, "May I see?"

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