RP: Silent View Location: Malfoy Manor Date: 31 January 2000
Draco exhaled smoke, standing at one of the arches in the open gallery to look over his lands. It was his estate, his home, and he remembered his father showing it to him when he was little. Telling him that one day it would all belong to him and to his son after. Now, with all the troubles he and Pansy were having, he was beginning to think they might never have a son. They might never have a child at all.
He wanted to keep trying, but he didn't think he could. Could he ask Pansy to go through another attempt, possibly lose another baby? He didn't want to put her through that again. But, he thought as he tapped ashes over the arch the ground below, he couldn't just stop. They had to keep trying. He needed an heir. He was the last of his line, the last of two lines. He couldn't fail the family.
Flicking the end of his cigarette into the open air, he sighed and called for Prinny. "Ask my wife if she would like to join me for tea on the terrace," he said. Looking over the gardens where they'd played and made childlike promises to each other could remind them of happier times. It might give them some hope. Maybe they could have an entire conversation where they exchanged more than a dozen words. "I thought she might.... Er. Never mind. Just ask her." Prinny bowed and disappeared, and Draco gathered his heavy robes around him for the walk to the terrace. No matter how many fires they lit or temperature charms they placed, he still felt cold these days.