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Astoria Elizabeth Marie Malfoy (thenewmrsmalfoy) wrote in rejuvenated,
@ 2008-03-28 17:45:00

Who: Astoria and Draco Malfoy
When: Friday Afternoon
Where: Her office - London 1959 ltd.
What: When you want something done properly...
Rating: TBA - I'll doubt it will get high
Status: Thread // Incomplete

She would have liked to have a positive outlook on humanity as a whole, but there were some days when she simply had no faith in the race. It was surprising, to an extent, how some individuals managed to get as far in life as they had. She could understand that there were a million different things that needed to be done before the opening performance of their newest production. Sets, Lines, Lighting, but she honestly had not thought that costumes would have been that big of an issue. The seamstress that she had on her payroll was amazing and had never before let her down. Unfortunately she was starting to question the women's sanity. She'd just been sent the three designs she had created for the heroine and needless to say they were...in a single word...offensive.

These were suppose to be designed for a 18th century women of class and breeding, but instead looked like they belonged in the wardrobe of a harlot. If the poor dear who played the role simply moved the wrong way the entire audience would be getting a very different show than they had payed for and she certainly wasn't going to allow that in her production, which would be the reason she was currently standing in her office glaring at the three manikins wearing the outfits. Somehow she needed to fix this mess and fix it quickly and with some taste.

She'd never been one for fashion. Don't get her wrong, she certainly knew how to dress well, but she had never shown any interest in the concepts and detail that went into choosing the proper material, using the proper stitching, and finding the right fit. This was a disaster and for once she simply wasn't sure how to handle it. When the door to her office opened behind her she was honestly considering calling Daphne or, heaven forbid, Pansy. She really didn't want to admit defeat. She would never live it down.

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pureadonis
2008-03-29 12:33 am UTC (link)

Quite softly, knuckles knocked against the opened office door.

Astoria would recognize it quite easily as that of her husband. The opening of the door never attracted her attention, forcing Draco to knock softly to announce his entrance. He proffered it to calling out her name. She always seemed to wear a particular smile when her eyes rose to meet his. It reminded him of the one she'd worn when she'd found him standing next to her sister all those years ago.

Draco shoved his hands in the pockets of his dark slacks. Rather than walking into the office, he leaned against the doorway. Cool grey eyes roamed her figure unabashed. He could feel his fingers twitch against the heavy fabric with the desire to reach out and touch her hair. He'd tried that once, and scared her near to death. He could wait the few moments until she was ready.

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thenewmrsmalfoy
2008-03-29 01:15 am UTC (link)

As expected the knock gave away the identity of her visitor. Daphne didn't knock, she had sent her assistant off on some errands, and the seamstress certainly wouldn't be showing her face anytime soon, which left the only visitor she would always be glad to see.

"You don't happen to live a secret life as a fashion designers, do you?" she asked, tearing her eyes away from the disasters in front of her and focusing them instead on her husband, the familiar soft smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "I'm afraid that may be the only thing that might save these scraps of fabric."

They didn't visit each other at work on a regular basis, but she at least enjoyed it when he came. If nothing else he had a particular knack for arriving just when she needed a distraction. One of the qualities she had grown quite fond of.

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pureadonis
2008-03-29 01:40 am UTC (link)

"No, I don't." Draco said softly. Though he tried, he couldn't help the smile that tugged at his own lips, mirroring hers. He'd once heard that smiles were contagious. He didn't believe it then - scoffed at it, even - but he had started to believe it since he'd met Astoria again. "But I hear Christian Dior is a wizard."

He pushed himself off of the door frame with the minor movement of his shoulder. His hands removed themselves from their pockets, trading the warmth found there for the soft curves of Astoria's waist. A kiss was placed at her temple before his attention was given over to the dresses before them.

"What is the play about?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

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thenewmrsmalfoy
2008-03-29 01:56 am UTC (link)

"My money is on Vera Wang. No one could possibly design those dresses without a little magic." She laughed softly, leaning into him for the moment. "Unfortunately, my budget does not cover either Dior or Wang."

She could just imagine the look on the faces of the company's investors when they took a look at the expenditures. If nothing else it would be rather amusing. Some of them were nothing but stiff-collared old fools...at least in her opinion.

"It's a typical Jane Austin conflict of the individual and society." She responded, turning away from the dresses once more. She was tired of looking at them. Contemplating her next course of action in regards to wardrobe was starting to give her a headache. "It's more for the female audience than anything, though if I allow Chantel to wear these outfits there will be more men in the audience than expected."

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pureadonis
2008-03-29 03:07 am UTC (link)

Draco hid his face against her neck. The silky lengths of blonde fell against his cheek and her skin still smelled of the soft musk of her perfume. She was all too intoxicating, and it annoyed and enraptured him all the same. He took a deep breath of the smell of her skin as she spoke, his lips brushing against her neck.

And then it was exhaled in a sigh.

His attention rose to the dresses she'd been looking at. His lips twitched with the sneer he'd been so well known for in his school years. "If they wear those, I'll go." Those were the kinds of plays that he really, truly, detested going to-- not that he was a particular fan of the theater at all. Arguments were already beginning to pile up in his head as to why he shouldn't.

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thenewmrsmalfoy
2008-03-29 03:25 am UTC (link)

That comment earned him an unimpressed look. Chantel certainly wasn't wearing them now. She didn't care if Draco was going or not. "If you're lucky Scarlet will dream up some more trashy 18th century costumes." she responded somewhat reproachfully, shaking her head. She loved him, but sometimes he drove her crazy.

Muttering under her breath, which sounded a lot like 'men', she summoned her wand and packed up the costumes. She wasn't at all worried that the material would wrinkle. If nothing else it would give Scarlet another reason to work on some alternate outfits.

"Is Scorpius still with his nanny?" she asked, glancing up at him for a moment. He was almost a year, but she still felt a bit anxious about leaving him with someone else for a long period of time. It was something s he didn't think she was going to fall out of anytime soon.

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pureadonis
2008-03-29 03:40 am UTC (link)

A soft laugh escaped his throat that sounded more like a snort. No doubt he was quite amused at the way he annoyed her. It was all too easy sometimes, and it seemed to be the push and shove of their relationship. He would annoy her to no end, only for her to do the same to him. It hardly ever ended in a fight. For that he was thankful.

He stepped away from Astoria as soon as she summoned her wand. Rather than return to the door he took up the seat at her desk. Whatever was on her desk was completely ignored in favor of watching her put away the rejected costumes. Idly he thought about asking her to bring them home with her. He didn't fancy having the trunk thrown at him.

"Yes, he's fine. I've only been gone for a few hours."

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thenewmrsmalfoy
2008-03-29 03:59 am UTC (link)

It always amused her that he could appear as though he belonged in any room he entered, even if he annoyed her while doing it. Once the items were packed away, she sent them back downstairs. Hopefully, never to grace her sight again.

"That's good. I don't want him to be left with her for too long." she responded, with a slight frown. The idea that she might be overreacting simply wasn't an option. "She seems a little...well...sketchy. She never did mention why she left her previous position."

Moving around to his side of the desk, she leaned against the dark wood. "What brings you all the way up here, anyway?"

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pureadonis
2008-03-29 04:23 am UTC (link)

"You could always hire a new one." He said, raising his eyebrows slowly. It was always his answer to this particular concern. The truth of the matter was that he wasn't going to be comfortable leaving his son with anybody. At least this one was rather experienced. Even if she had left her last post in some what of a "sketchy" manner.

"What do you think?" A smile tugged at his lips again as he leaned back to look up at her. Though, a smirk would be a far more accurate description. Rather than reaching out for her, his hands folded in his lap.

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thenewmrsmalfoy
2008-03-29 04:33 am UTC (link)

It didn't matter how many new nanny's she hired, she was sure she would find something wrong with them. One would be too inexperienced, another would be too strict. It was just a never ending cycle of disappointment.

"I could." she agreed, her nose scrunching up slightly at the idea of having to interview and deal with more women. "Or I could simply make sure she spends as little time with him as possible."

Some would ask what then would be the point of having a nanny, but they both knew that with their careers they couldn't be at home all the time. They managed fairly well, but that certainly didn't give them much time for each other.

"What do I think?" she asked, raising an amused eyebrow. "I think you came up here to tell me that my work is boring unless my actors are falling out of their dresses. It was very sweet of you. I missed the days of flattery."

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pureadonis
2008-03-29 11:11 pm UTC (link)

Draco simply snorted in response. The truth was, he didn't particularly like leaving his son in the hands of a person they barely knew. He didn't really like leaving his son at all. It bothered him to know that he cared so much about something, somebody, but he couldn't help it. The weight of the realization that he had made Scorpius, that the little kid was part of him still hit him square in the chest sometimes, making it hard to breathe.

A nanny could never understand.

"That's not true." He said, a bit standoffish. "Sometimes there's pirates and death. That's interesting." Draco did, in fact, like some plays. He particularly liked Romeo & Juliet. Not because it was Shakespeare, or it's moving prose, especially not it's moving tale of romance. Rather, Draco found it quite humorous that the two main characters were stupid enough to kill themselves at the end.

"Social commentary about the plight of muggle women? I'm sorry, my love, I'd rather take an arm off."

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thenewmrsmalfoy
2008-03-29 11:22 pm UTC (link)

She could certainly understand how Draco felt about leaving Scorpius with another person. No one could possibly understand unless they themselves had children. One could attempt to imagine the feeling, but the actual experience would always be so much better.

"You are insufferable, Draco Malfoy." she laughed, shifting to sit on top of her desk. In all honesty, the current play she was working on was a little on the dry side, but there was nothing she could do about it. She didn't pick the productions, she just made sure they were done with some taste. "Not everything can have death and pirates in it."

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pureadonis
2008-03-30 02:43 am UTC (link)

"You say that a lot." He mentioned, quite clearly amused by the smile on his face. Leaning back in the chair, he shoved his hands deep in his pockets, intent on looking entirely too comfortable in his chair. He would have put his feet up on the desk if it wouldn't have likely ended with them in her lap.

"There doesn't need to be an "and". Death or pirates works too."

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thenewmrsmalfoy
2008-03-30 02:55 am UTC (link)

She raised an eyebrow as he made himself comfortable in her chair, in her office. She considered teasing him about it, but chose not to. More often than not, that sort of teasing turned around on her.

"Well, there isn't any pirates or death in this particular play, but there is a very nasty villain who intends to do unspeakable things to the innocent heroine." she teased. "Will that suit your need for excitement?"

After a brief moment she shook her head, blonde locks falling over her shoulder. "Your even more difficult to please than I am." she responded, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "Which is saying something."

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