Rabastan Lestrange (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} freefamilyman) wrote in ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} accersitus, |
Rabastan frowned, slightly confused, as he had no idea what she was talking about when she said that she had wished him here, but the important thing was that he and Narcissa had found Meda, and he had to believe that Alexander was soon to follow. Everything would be alright, he reasoned, because they would be together as they were supposed to be.
He lifted Meda into his arms, giving her the sort of hug that left her feet dangling a few inches off of the floor and allowed him to half hobble with her in a slow circle.
And that was the end of any sort of untainted elation. "Narcissa?" He didn't set Meda down just yet, instead he held her close. What manner of trickery was this? Where had she gone, why she was just there and...was that wall in a different spot? Impossible, he thought to himself, absolutely impossible. "Narcissa?" Finally he set her feet back on the ground, though he kept her close, with his arm around her shoulders and her pressed close to his side. Something was certainly going on, and he had a wife and child missing, he wasn't about to lose the other one. "Stay close, hmm, you owe me for not following the rules earlier, Meme." He drew his wand, taking a few more steps closer to the wall. "Narcissa! Alexander?" His heart was hammering, and he felt as though the walls were closing in. This had to be some sort of nightmare, it had to be. Fate couldn't have given him such a family only to steal it from him one member at a time. Rabastan wouldn't allow it. If he had to turn every single inch of this castle upside down and disassemble it himself, he would. He wouldn't accept this.
On the other side of the room, another Rabastan Lestrange was quite surprised. He didn't have a chance to get a good look at the woman who all but attacked him, hugging him and kissing him and then she was crying and kissing him more. He almost pulled away, but didn't at the last moment. The poor woman was mistaken, and...
"Oh, my darling, my little Xander..."
Oh, so that explained it then. This had to be Narcissa Black Malfoy Lestrange, thinking that she had reunited with her son. He felt bad foreven thinking about pulling away before, because he knew how it felt to miss the people back home, and he didn't even have children to miss, not the way that she did. "Mrs. Lestrange, Xander's here, he is, but I'm not him."He pulled back slightly, but just far enough so that if she tried, if she wiped her eyes, she could see who he was.
He lifted Meda into his arms, giving her the sort of hug that left her feet dangling a few inches off of the floor and allowed him to half hobble with her in a slow circle.
And that was the end of any sort of untainted elation. "Narcissa?" He didn't set Meda down just yet, instead he held her close. What manner of trickery was this? Where had she gone, why she was just there and...was that wall in a different spot? Impossible, he thought to himself, absolutely impossible. "Narcissa?" Finally he set her feet back on the ground, though he kept her close, with his arm around her shoulders and her pressed close to his side. Something was certainly going on, and he had a wife and child missing, he wasn't about to lose the other one. "Stay close, hmm, you owe me for not following the rules earlier, Meme." He drew his wand, taking a few more steps closer to the wall. "Narcissa! Alexander?" His heart was hammering, and he felt as though the walls were closing in. This had to be some sort of nightmare, it had to be. Fate couldn't have given him such a family only to steal it from him one member at a time. Rabastan wouldn't allow it. If he had to turn every single inch of this castle upside down and disassemble it himself, he would. He wouldn't accept this.
On the other side of the room, another Rabastan Lestrange was quite surprised. He didn't have a chance to get a good look at the woman who all but attacked him, hugging him and kissing him and then she was crying and kissing him more. He almost pulled away, but didn't at the last moment. The poor woman was mistaken, and...
"Oh, my darling, my little Xander..."
Oh, so that explained it then. This had to be Narcissa Black Malfoy Lestrange, thinking that she had reunited with her son. He felt bad foreven thinking about pulling away before, because he knew how it felt to miss the people back home, and he didn't even have children to miss, not the way that she did. "Mrs. Lestrange, Xander's here, he is, but I'm not him."He pulled back slightly, but just far enough so that if she tried, if she wiped her eyes, she could see who he was.