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