Narcissa (nbmalfoy) wrote in plagued_logs, @ 2015-12-29 21:53:00 |
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Narcissa was less than pleased. At least her son had reached out for her via the journals, she'd noticed. That was a comfort. Her husband had just gone about his business without even the slightest curiosity about her whereabouts. For days. If he wished to seek his pleasure elsewhere, she was perfectly happy with that, but she was still his wife. If he didn't care to see her at all there was no point in her staying in the same room with him. She could relocate to Hogsmeade, and be far more comfortable than in the Slytherin dorms.
She set about pressing and folding her clothing to return it to her bag. She sorted each individual piece and spread it out on her narrow bed, thinking about how much nicer it would be in Hogsmeade. Draco could come visit if he felt like it. He was of age, after all. They could hardly prevent him. And since she would be there for the duration of the quarantine, she could perhaps even customise her surroundings somewhat. Make it more comfortable. All in all, it sounded completely preferable.