Have some composure, where is your posture? Date: Thursday, 16 October, 2001 Time: Late morning Location: Malfoy Manor Characters: Bellatrix Black and Draco Malfoy
It was strange, how much smaller Malfoy Manor seemed now. Before, when she felts as though she'd been trapped there it had seemed such a large cage. Such impressions she was willing to attribute to the bizarre nature of her... return to life. It was still so very strange, to consider this Cissy's home, without the memory of a wedding, of Cissy leaving the Black family. And for what? For this? With a roll of her eyes she looked about the parlor. Little more than a tomb, whatever Cissy said. A home run by a widow, with little legacy to show for her efforts. If she dwelt on the idea too long it simply became depressing.
Giving her tea an irritated stir, she replaced the spoon on the nearby saucer. The little house elf had instructions to inform young Mr. Malfoy of her presence whenever he was available. She had no illusions that he was going to be pleased by her presence. How ridiculous, how painfully absurd that so few Slytherin traits shone through. Or Black. Or even Malfoy, she begrudgingly conceded. Lucius, after all, was highly useful. And at least he had an art for nearly every discipline he pursued. Which only brought her back to the unpleasant matter of what to do with Draco. Cissy, she knew, couldn't be trusted with this, not when she was nearly as culpable.
Merlin's blood, what a mess. If only she had been- no. Should haves and what ifs were of little use now. There was only what was, and how to deal with it. And now, all there was to do was wait. Trouble was, when she was bored, she often found herself making up little games to keep herself amused.
Veronica, maybe. Bethany was nice. No, for the first something that began with a D. Daphne? Delilah? Diana? Oh, Diana will do nicely.