She woke up around midnight.

Sweat dripped down to her blankets slowly as she breathed in and out, as if she was trying to calm herself.

That fuckin dream again, Narcissa thought. That dream that came when she was looking at that community and found out she could read and understand German when, in her opinion, she wasn't the slightest bit ( Read more... )

Nicotine and alcohol were a bad mix. A very bad mix, as a short-tempered Narcissa made her way to her usual bench at the park. She clutched one side of her head with her left hand, made a grimace and sat down.

The pigeons were absent, which Narcissa didn't mind. She only kicked rocks at them when it was necessary.