Who: Rabastan and Narcissa What: Arthur and Rita are dead, oh my! When: Friday Where: Three Broomsticks Status: Complete!
Narcissa apparated in front of the Three Broomsticks, not really sure what was expecting her in the bar. Rabastan's owl had been very vague and she worried he might be upset. Salazar, he might actually send her to Azkaban! She wanted to turn back, to run away and never return, but it was too late for that now.
Her hands were shaking slightly as she pushed the door open, trying to prepare herself for what would happen. The hood of her cloak was pulled low to cover her eyes; she wouldn't want to look Rabastan in the eye if this was a trap, as she wouldn't be able to stop herself from crying if he'd betray her. Even now, she still clung to what was left of her pride.