Up and down you're all around
WHO: Narcissa Black-Malfoy and Edric Nott. WHAT: The Lady Malfoy and the Elder Nott arrive. WHEN: Noon. WHERE: Library steps, the Victor. RATING: PG-13, TBD. STATUS: COMPLETE
If one thing could be said about Narcissa Malfoy, it was that she loved two things most in this world; her son and her garden. Her relationship with Lucius had grown strained, distant, her husband becoming someone she'd rather only see when needed. She could play trophy wife on his arm all day long, but trying to be intimate had become an issue, something forced between the married couple.
As of late, she spent nearly every day, all day, in her garden (usually only pausing to eat when the House Elves insisted), planting and tearing, growing and destroying. Today was no different. She woke early and threw on something suitable that could dirty easily, but still look divine on he lithe form. Thinking she might like something refreshing to drink, Narcissa stood from the dirt she'd been fingering and turned towards the Malfoy Mansion. However, someone had other plans for the witch's day. Quite suddenly the same dirt she'd just been toying with started to crumble around her. Startled, she reached for her wand, but the ground gave away faster than quicksand, and she was falling through a murky, damp blackness. It felt nothing like Apparation or traveling by Portkey, and yet she could think of no other explaination. Just as suddenly as she had been pulled from London did she arrive in a heap of black fabric, dirt, and blonde hair at the foot of the Los Angeles Public Library.
Irritated and confused, she stood with haste, roughly brushing off the dirt from her dress. "The bloody hell, if those foul House Elves left a Port Key in my garden, I'll skin them all!" Blowing out air through her nose, Narcissa gathered her skirts, and looked up to see just where she had arrived. Her jaw dropped instantly. Whereever she was, it was swarming with Muggles (or so she assumed). Their filthy cars drove past her without paying her much mind and when a young brunette walked by with her dog, she cringed. And why, pray tell, was the sun not out at twelve in the afternoon...unless she had time traveled as well.
Keeping her wand by her side after changing out of her gardening clothes and into a lovely black gown, Narcissa marched forward with head held high and proud into this new Muggle ridden place, needing to know where she was so as to get back.