Who: Lucius and Narcissa When: Tuesday evening, after this Where: Narcissa's temporary residence, the Lestrange Estate in Norfolk What: Narcissa tells Lucius of the bun in her oven! Rating: TBA, presumably 14A or so? Status: In progress!
Narcissa knew she was vain. As she sat at her vanity, brushing her long hair slowly and waiting for Lucius, she couldn't help but muse not on how the conversation would go, but rather what she would look like as her belly grew and her body changed. She was beautiful now, with bright eyes, fair skin, prominent cheekbones, and good genes. As much as she didn't get along with her mother--and as much as she'd always wished to look powerful and intense like her father and sister--she couldn't deny that her appearance, and her mother's of course as well, was entrancing in it's own way. She looked far more gentle than her sister. She was like a china doll to her sister's voodoo doll, or silk to her sister's leather. Narcissa was refined and delicate, and would soon grow to be the size of a house.
She couldn't help but wonder if it would still be possible to be either refined or delicate when one was practically wider around than one was tall. She wasn't looking forward to that aspect of it all one little bit.
Still, she believed that pregnancy could be beautiful, if only for what it was, and she was sure she would do it gracefully. Not like those women who whined and begged for all sorts of attention and got unruly and out of control and blamed it on hormones.
Then a soft knock came at the door to her suite and she glanced up at the clock. Ah, yes. It was about the time she'd been expecting him. She set her hairbrush down and turned her attention to the house elf now waiting to be acknowledged.
"Lucius is here, I expect? Please send him in. And then bring tea," she said, getting up and moving to seat herself on the loveseat to wait for him.
Though she'd been trying not to think of it, now she could feel the nerves in her stomach. She was fairly sure she knew how he would react, but oddly, she was quite concerned with how he would feel about it. Narcissa had never really realized how sentimental she was until now.