Who: Narcissa and Bellatrix When: Monday evening (backdated slightly) (the 14th) Where: Narcissa's temporary bedroom at the Lestrange home to start. What: Narcissa has a rather lot on her plate, and she needs her sister. Bonding! Rating: TBA (probably not more than 14A for mature subject matter) Status: In progress
What a week it had been. The Gala had gone off without a hitch on Wednesday, and on Thursday, Narcissa had packed up some of her things (or rather, had a house elf do it for her), and then moved over to the Lestrange home, just for a short while, presumably. She'd paced nervously all afternoon, snapping at the house elves and glad that not only did her sister know enough not to pester her, but that Rodolphus was busy with ministerial duties and thus not home. When the healer showed up, it was only a few short moments of diagnostic spells before the man rather informed her she was a mere six weeks pregnant.
Narcissa hadn't had to make any threats or remind the man to keep his mouth shut. He was Bellatrix's personal healer, and she had no doubt Bellatrix had ensured her privacy would be considered the utmost importance in the situation. Narcissa trusted her sister to look after things like that, and she dismissed the man with a wave of her hand.
She'd strongly suspected, even though it was quite early, but to have confirmation certainly threw Narcissa for a loop. Lucius was, of course, the newly appointed Undersecretary to the Minister and it was easier than normal to avoid him his first weekend on the job. Now, though, she'd had a few days to settle into the news and she still didn't know what to do. She still hadn't decided if or when or how to tell Lucius, and though she felt a pang at the idea of a family and marriage, she also hadn't planned for it to be this way. She had imagined a lavish proposal befitting of someone of her status, despite the fact that it was expected she'd one day marry Lucius. She'd expected to have time to acclimate to being a wife before having children. She'd not considered the realities of having a child when she felt ill-prepared for it. She would need help, and certainly Lucius would be there, for thoguh he hadn't married her yet, she believed him to be the right sort of man, one who understood duties and responsibilities and the importance of appearances. He was also a man who cared about her, of course. At least she liked to believe so, and she did hold a certain fondness for him, as well as respect and genuine attachment. Narcissa loved him, but she had never told him. They were close, yes, but it had never yet seemed quite... appropriate to express such sentiments.
And now, well. Now everything was more complicated.
With a sigh, Narcissa stopped distracting herself from her thoughts with her journal, closing the pages on her rather innapropriate conversation with Sirius. However out of sorts she was feeling, consorting with him was still unacceptable, and she had taken a huge risk putting such thoughts in his head as she likely had with her comments.
She didn't particularly feel like facing the world just yet, however, so she laid back from where she'd been sitting on her bed, letting her hands rest on her belly as she stared up at the ceiling.
What was she going to do? This wasn't how she'd planned it. She hadn't thought this would happen to her, and it was her own fault for being sloppy with her potions, but it had just seemed so... out of the realm of possibility. She supposed even a Black wasn't immune to an unplanned pregnancy.