... (noblesseoblige_) wrote in novusmundus, @ 2010-04-10 20:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | andromeda tonks, narcissa malfoy |
Who: Narcissa Malfoy and Andromeda Tonks
What: Shopping and running into an old face
When: Saturday Afternoon April 10, 1978
Where: Diagon Alley
Rating/Warnings: Low
Status:Incomplete
Narcissa was wandering Diagon Alley heading toward Twilfit and Tattings to look for a dress for the upcoming ball. She didn't adore the NAA, but she had an image to maintain, an image that befit her status. While blood may not count for much among many now, money still did, and she would find a way to have her money help her pave the way to ensure her children would live lives of privilege.
She'd just finished picking things out and would return Tuesday to pick up her gown and Lucius' robes. She never could understand why he didn't insist on getting fitted, but then again, it wasn't as if he ever looked poorly dressed. As usual, they would go and smile, paying their respects to the Lord Protector and the Chancellor, playing the good little philanthropists.
She stopped to glance down Knockturn Alley briefly, considering a detour before she turned back to the alley proper. Once she'd done that, she saw a very distinctive witch not far from her. Perhaps the rest of the world could ignore her, pass her by without a second glance. To Narcissa, the woman's very being screamed 'Black' louder than a Sonorus charm in an amphitheatre.
"Andromeda," she acknowledged once she was practically on top of her.