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Mod ([info]modlyvoice) wrote in [info]accersitus,
@ 2007-12-09 06:48:00

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Entry tags:*thread-inprogress, druella rosier (1946), frederick lestrange (1974)

Painting and discussion; the grounds [DR, FL]
WHO: Druella Rosier, Frederick Lestrange
WHERE: Malfoy Manor
WHEN: 20 November, 1001
SUMMARY: Frederick comes across Dru while she is painting. IN-PROGRESS THREAD.
RATING: PG

Setting aside her paintbrush, Druella critically eyed the canvas before her. No matter how often she rendered the school, it invariably looked far older in her painting than it did to her eye. She had begun to suspect her unconscious longed for home even when she was not consciously aware of feeling so and thus literally coloured her efforts. Heaving a soft sight, she reached for one of the little jars Narcissa had made in duplicate for her paints, seeking to lighten the stones that had been shaded too darkly to look new and gleaming.

Absorbed in her work, she did not hear the approach of Frederick until he was upon her, his footfalls nearly silent on the grass; not purposely, she was certain, but he seemed to always carry himself lightly, almost stealthily, for such a tall man. As she had for the two days since his arrival, she once more wondered what it was that had brought him but not his companions. Not that she was certain how she felt about meeting her older self, but it was troubling that the had yet to arrive. Perhaps there would still be time today, given that two days time had been the length between Narcissa and Rabastan.



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