lucius malfoy (loucius) wrote in disorderic, @ 2017-10-30 22:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | lucius malfoy, narcissa malfoy |
WHO: Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy
WHAT: Debriefing after Rabastan's BETRAYAL
WHEN: October 30, night
WHERE: Malfoy Manor
He found her in their study, sitting at her desk. There was a slight hesitation in his step as he walked towards her, unsure as to whether or not he should leave her alone. But there was a selfish part of him that wanted to talk to Narcissa about this, and it was this part that he listened to. At least he was quiet about it. "Bunni wants to know how long we'll be away." Startled out of her reverie, she inhaled sharply and looked up at Lucius, blinking as if she hadn’t expected to see him there. “Just the night, I think. If that’s fine with you?” "That's more than fine with me. I've made arrangements at that cottage we like." Lucius came closer and stopped just short of the chair. He examined her face for a brief moment and then brushed away some hair from her face. "We really should make Rabastan leave instead." She reached for his hand and pressed a kiss to the center of his palm, giving him the slightest of smiles when she let go. “It isn’t only Rabastan I’m upset with, though,” she said with a sigh. “I can’t believe none of them told us. They’re living in our home and that boy was baiting us. They could’ve warned us.” “We’re always the last to know,” he said, although he meant that he was the last to know. It wasn’t why he was upset with the news — not the primary reason why, that was — but ever since he had come to the realization, he had dwelled on it. A little moodily, Lucius continued, “I can’t imagine what we’d have to do to be trustworthy.” “I don’t think it has anything to do with our being trustworthy or not,” she said with a frown. “I think they like making fools of us and if they told us things, well, what would they have their laugh about then?” “Those things don’t have to be mutually exclusive.” He caught his tone and shook his head. “It’s unbelievable. I’m happy we don’t have to see them tonight.” She reached for his hand again, catching his fingers in both of her hands. “I’m happy we’re taking time to ourselves,” she said. “We deserve it.” She paused with another frown. “I’m sorry you won’t get your special dinner, though.” Lucius took a moment to squeeze her hand and smile, albeit halfheartedly. "I'd much rather have dinner with just you instead of with you and everyone else. Especially when I don't want to speak to most of them." His halfhearted smile made her rise to her feet, releasing his hand so she could wrap her arms around his neck. “You’ll have me all to yourself.” She smoothed a hand down his back. “I’m sorry Rabastan didn’t tell you. He owed it to you more than me.” His smile this time was more genuine, less tired. Lucius was still angry, and hurt, but things always seemed better when he was around Narcissa. "He did owe it to me," he agreed. "But that didn't mean he should've kept it from either of us. And I simply do not understand how the Da—" he stopped himself and then lowered his voice, "he wouldn't care about this, but I'm still being punished for —" He stopped again and glared at a spot behind Narcissa. Narcissa didn’t need him to finish his thought. She pulled back, letting her hands rest on his shoulders. “I think he’s being unfair,” she said in a low whisper. And then, louder, “What Rabastan did is different. It’s…” Disgust filtered across her features at the thought of procreating with a halfblood. “It’s unfathomable, but it isn’t so terrible, having a son. We have a son.” "Our son is more worthy of protection than a halfblood of Rabastan's," he said, although he knew that Narcissa wouldn't disagree. Some days, he was sure that only Narcissa would agree on that point. “He is,” she said, forcefully. Their son had been through so much already and she was so tired of her family being dismissive of the fact that Draco had been sent on a suicide mission. “But if there’s anything we understand, it’s being parents.” Confused, he tilted his head at her. "I don't know where you're going with this, Narcissa." “I don’t understand why he didn’t tell us!” she said, pulling back entirely now to cross her arms over her middle. “We’re wonderful parents and he hasn’t even consulted us.” Suddenly it clicked for Lucius. All this time, he'd thought that they were both upset with Rabastan for the same reasons, but this hadn't occurred to him at all. Narcissa's explanation made him think, though, and it didn't take long for him to understand her viewpoint. It was aggravating that he hadn't even asked them. It wasn't like Bellatrix and Rodolphus even had children of their own. "I knew he never appreciated our work." “Clearly!” she said, throwing her hands up. “It’s why he’s so dismissive of Draco. He probably doesn’t care that —” She stopped abruptly before lowering her voice again. “He probably doesn’t care that he sent Draco off to die last year.” "Of course he doesn't," Lucius said furiously, his ire directed more at the idea of Rabastan than Narcissa. "But if his halfblood bastard gets sent on a mission, he'd want us to be nice about it." Folding her arms across her middle again, she hissed, “He would probably expect us to allow him to convalesce in our home. As if I would allow him the use of our house elf after insulting Draco!” Mindful of the direction of the conversation, Lucius quickly cast a Muffliato, hoping that no one had thought ot listen in before that moment. Then again, it was his house and if he wanted to talk about this, he was allowed to. He didn't need permission — the bravado, of course, lasted merely a few seconds. After all, the Dark Lord was also in his house. Hopeful reassurance bolstered his words. "We won't allow him in our house. Even if Rabastan insisted, there's no way he would ever be a recruit. I wouldn't allow it." “And if for some reason he does come to our house, we’ll need to hide the silver.” Narcissa gave a disappointed shake of her head. “He’s from Knockturn and his mother is an actual criminal.” He let out a long sigh, mirroring Narcissa's disappointment. "Couldn't he have fathered a halfblood son — if he had to," he quickly amended, face twisted in horror at the thought, "from a good family? It would at least make it more palatable." “The Montague boy is delightful, for instance,” she said. “He’s so respectful and Draco has actually heard about him.” "And he's already part of the cause. We wouldn't have to jump through hoops for him." Lucius shook his head. "I never understand what Rabastan's thinking." “Neither do I.” She tightened her arms across herself. “But I’m looking forward to not sharing a roof with him for the night.” As well as the Dark Lord, but she would never voice that thought. “We can consider forgiving him some other day.” "If we forgive him," he muttered darkly. But he took another look at Narcissa and he felt the tension seep away from his shoulders. He bent down and kissed her slowly. "Let's not think about this tonight." Her own tension seeped away when he kissed her and she even managed a slight smile at the thought of a Rabastan’s bastard-free night. “Let’s not. Tonight we pretend we’re the sort of people who would live in a cottage.” She couldn’t help but laugh, even though she liked the cottage. Lucius kissed her again. "I think we can manage that." |