Narcissa Grace Malfoy (gentlelady) wrote in the_rift_rpg, @ 2008-11-22 02:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | antonin dolohov, igor karkaroff, lucius malfoy, narcissa malfoy, oliver ollivander |
Who: Narcissa Malfoy, Igor Karkaroff, Antonin Dolohov, Oliver Ollivander, Phineas Black, Lucius Malfoy (?)
Why: It was a hell of a night for everybody
Where: Malfoy Manor
When: The night of The Great Library Raid
Rating: TBD
Status: Closed/Incomplete
Narcissa crumpled the note Lucius had left her into a tight ball. They were supposed to have given this all up, she thought, fighting to stay calm. All the nights spent worrying, looking out the window and wondering if her husband and sister were dead in the streets... She had lived through that hell once. It was too much to ask her to live it again.
A fire burned in her study's hearth, and Narcissa fed it the letter with a quick, shuddery toss. The paper and her husband's handwriting sparked and sat atop the logs for a moment before catching fire themselves, then slowly curled into a black, indecipherable lump of ash. She had learned the hard way not to leave evidence behind for Aurors, not even charmed notes written in the code she and Lucius had long ago developed to describe his Death Eater activities. Aurors were tricky bastards, and Narcissa was taking no chances.
This task done, she set about getting her hands to stop shaking. Her husband and sister were out serving a madman who was doing gods only knew what, and she was powerless to do anything about it except try to stay calm. A girl had only one friend in this regard, and Narcissa embraced it with the willing acceptance of one who knows better than to struggle. Carefully keeping her features expressionless, she opened the bottom drawer of her desk, and removed the glass and large bottle of firewhiskey that the Nexus had thoughtfully remembered belonged there.
"Hello, there," she murmured dryly to the liquor, pouring herself a generous first helping. "You're looking well this evening, aren't you?"