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Tweak says, "somebody needs a tickle"

Narcissa Black (blonde_black) wrote in the_recruitment,
@ 2012-02-16 21:02:00

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! 02/1977, ! complete, ! thread, char: lucius malfoy, char: narcissa black

Who: Lucius & Narcissa
What: The Confrontation
When: Two days after her journal note
Where: Potions classroom
Rating: PG
Status: Complete

Narcissa really shouldn't have been surprised when Lucius didn't respond to her journal entry until two days after she had written it. Still, she had stood in that classroom, waiting for him, her anger only growing. Not only had he so obviously slandered her good name, but then he pretended he had no idea what she was upset about. He's a slimy, cocky git who uses his looks to disspell everything negative about himself. Narcissa had brooded and tried to think every negative thought against him. She knew that once she saw him in person, he would use his wiles on her to try and disarm her. Well it wasn't going to work this time.

When she had finally gotten a hold of him, she was only going to wait so long and if he didn't come, she would root him out and it wouldn't be pretty. She was back in the same deserted Potion's classroom, brewing a calming drought. She had a feeling she might need it later and the complex process put her mind at ease. There was something about potion brewing that calmed Narcissa and that was what she needed when she saw Lucius. Part of her wanted to fly off the handle at him, letting him have what he deserved. The other part told her she needed to be rational and treat the situation as a lady should. There was nothing formal between the two and Lucius probably would like to see that jealous streak in her. She wanted to try and not give him that satisfaction.

She couldn't help but think of the short conversation she had had with Sirius. It was strange to have such a civil one with him, but it was even more surprising to have him warn her against him. To say that he didn't want her to be hurt? What had happened between the two to make Sirius break down like that? She frowned, her concentration broken for a split second, causing her to stir one too many times. Cursing, she threw down her wand and sat on a desk. Why did he have this effect on her? She was suppose to be the one who drove men wild, she was the one who was suppose to be in the power. She hated how he did this to her, but hated herself more for allowing it.

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luciusmalfoi
2012-02-18 10:24 am UTC (link)

He took it all in while maintaining his cool demeanour, wondering at how this turn of events had unfolded. Must brush up on my Legilimency, he thought to himself, rather aghast that it hadn't worked out quite as planned. Sure, she had finally openly admitted her feelings regarding him, but to see this turn in demeanour was not acceptable for his future plans. He would have to make sure to change things accordingly if he wished to succeed.

On that note, he turned to watch her as she'd passed by him, shooting out a hand to hold onto her arm for a minute, wanting to make himself very clear. "Narcissa, you have to understand me. Now is not the best time to be pursuing one's inclinations, no matter the clarity of one's emotions and desires. Someday soon, you will have to realise that." The cryptic words left his lips in a hushed tone, all seriousness laced in between each word. Lucius meant to make a point, but he thought it may not be understood as he intended. As he considered it further, he released her arm to brush past her as she'd done to him, making certain to graze her shoulder as he went

With a quick turn of the head, he added a parting thought: "If it makes you feel like less of a fool, I nearly confessed something which you may have longed to hear." At that, he swiftly left the Potions classroom, buttoning up his dress shirt and narrowing his gaze. Upon spotting a stray young Slytherin trying to sneak back toward the common room, he snarled a warning and pushed past, heading toward the decanter of brandy that he'd kept for such occasions.

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blonde_black
2012-02-18 10:38 am UTC (link)

Narcissa braced herself as she felt Lucius grab to stop her. She wouldn't shy away from him anymore; she wanted to show him she was strong, that she would overcome this. She looked up at him, the slightest spark of hope returning. No! You mustn't feel this way. It will only lead to disappointment over and over again. She had a feeling he was apart of this new group that followed a dark lord, the same that Bella had recently hinted about. Still, what could make someone hesitate towards something they wanted? If the feelings weren't there to overcome it, certainly it meant he would put something else above her.

When he let go, she couldn't help but feel a sense of sorrow at the loss of contact. It may have been the last physical caress she would receive from him and it was enough to make her sigh. She had thought he had left, watching as he went towards the door, yet he stopped. She blinked as he said the words, yet he was gone as swiftly as he had said it. What was it he wished to confess? But more importantly, why couldn't he? Narcissa felt a strange tightening around her heart and she took a deep breath, closing her eyes. Strength. If he wishes you to be nothing, you can be just that to him. Somehow she knew it was going to be easier said than done.

She picked up her potions book and tucked it under her arm before she exited as well, not so much as looking back in the room, but forward towards something new.

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