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seditio_mods ([info]seditio_mods) wrote in [info]seditio_wayback,
@ 2008-09-14 19:09:00

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Weekend at Luci's, continued, aka the Snakepit
Who: All the Snakey Slythery Slytherins.
When: July 18th evening
Where: Malfoy Manor
Rating: tbd
Status: In progress



"Everything is ready just as the missus requested," the nervous head house elf told Narcissa. She was recently sitting in her very own guest bedroom that she'd be using this weekend for sure, and its the same one she had used every other time she spent the night at the Manor during the summer. In fact, the bedroom was pretty much hers always according to Lucius. She was sitting on a chair in front of her dresser getting ready before the guests started to arrive, mindlessly playing with her hair. She had already dressed herself in the light green dress she found with Lucius while they took their most recent trip to Paris.

She let her hair drop, "Thank you," she breathed out. She relaxed a little more knowing that all the rooms were prepared just in time. "Please, contact both Lucius and myself when the first guest arrives. Other than that you may go." The house elf bowed and left her to continue her own preparations. She went back to playing with her hair, grouping some locks away from her face, all of it to the side, a few magical pins here and there and voila! She was pristine and ready to be the best hostess she knew herself to be.

She stood up and whirled herself around in front of her triple mirror, she couldn't wait to go to Lucius to hear what he thought of how she looked. With an excited giggle she exited her room to travel down the hall to Lucius' bedroom, she gave the door a few musical knocks before hearing the okay to enter. Once inside she twirled around and gave a playful lavish curtsy to her close friend, "What do you think of me, darling?" she smiled looking up at him with big doe eyes.

Continued from here

Summary: It's a Slytherin weekend at Luci's place, and Cissa is playing hostess! The guests thus far consist of Bella and Roddy and Lord V, with Bella almost having an orgasm over the Dark Lord and Roddy becoming apoplectic at the sight, while Lord V is having fun playing upon his discomfort. Sounds like fun, doesn't it?


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[info]noir_pur
2008-09-18 06:47 pm UTC (link)
Silence encompassed her smile, as she watched their future Lord return towards the manor. Perhaps she was admiring him, allowing herself those few moments of silence to settle and easy her aroused mind. Or perhaps she was merely waiting for him to be out of sight, out of earshot. Of course, that would be a understatement on behalf of Lord Voldemort's powers. For there were many and any that were out of his knowledge was unlikely. But he was far enough away that she could return her focus to Rodolphus and as though she were blind to this thing that had overcome her childhood mate, she put a skip to her step and threw her arms around him.

"Can you believe it?!" She mused, laughter seeping through her lips. As she pulled back to look at him, she caught it. He was hiding. She knew that mask far too well for it to slip without notice. Just as she wished his façade would, her smile faded from her painted lips. Her stomach suddenly knotted and mind troubled. Was he not pleased? Was this not what he had wanted?

Unwavering eyes remained on his, the concern well-written on her face. "Something's troubling you and you are not going to tell me." And that was an odd realisation for her. One that made her fear for their friendship and sick all at once. This was her soul mate and he dare hide something from her on a night as grand as this? They could instil such horrors upon the party, dragging a tortured yet still alive Muggle into the house only to slaughter willingly at the feet of their would-be Lord. Nothing should have made them happier. Yet, this...it broke her heart. And yes, she had a heart.

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