Narcissa Malfoy is well aware that she's perfect (exquisitely) wrote in unforgivenrpg, @ 2010-11-18 11:51:00 |
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The day had started off as any other, a beautiful morning in St. Ives followed an appearance directly after at the Malfoy Manor in order to do official business related things. Narcissa knew that they really ought to move back home to the Manor, but she loved St. Ives, and while the Malfoy Manor in all its glory was fully restored, St. Ives felt like a break from it all. Considering it was usually used as a Holiday estate, it makes perfect sense why she would get that comfort from it, but Narcissa was not yet ready to go back to the real world. It was easier to play the part from a distance.
Narcissa was a proud woman, who believed herself to be superior to most individuals she interacted with, both in heritage and upbringing. She was not one to agree, necessarily, with equal rights for everyone, but she never imagined slavery to enter the picture, either. Narcissa was far more complicated than many realized, but contrary-wise, she was also rather simple in what drove her. Love. When it came down to it, Narcissa was driven by love, the love she had for her husband and son, the love she felt for her family, as family was always very important to her, and the love she felt for those fortunate enough to actually be held in close regards. Narcissa believed in love, and genuinely wished it to be something that everyone could find or cultivate.
The New Society was a farce, and even she as Society's Queen could see so. It was going to crumble at their feet before long, and everything would be lost. Where would she be then? Her husband and son? Her sister? The New Society had given Narcissa things she'd always dreamed of, but it was only superficial and it came at a very high price. Narcissa was the Minister's wife, after all, something every society girl growing up would strive for, but was it worth it?
Narcissa was doing what she could to keep her head held as high and act as if nothing phased her, but it was getting to her. The children she had to arrange in marriages were miserable, and she couldn't blame them. She'd be devastated if that had happened to her when she was younger, if something kept her from marrying Lucius, if anyone aside her own parents had a hand in arranging a marriage. This New Society treated these children as orphans and blatantly ignored any families they might have, and it was a travesty. There were some, she was glad, that were finding happiness in it, but those were rare. She was sensing that Draco had warmed up to his match, and that was a relief, a small one, but a relief, none-the-less.
It was with a heavy heart, that Narcissa left word that she was going on an errand and would not be available for the rest of the afternoon. Narcissa did not go into any further detail than that, as she gathered her things and pulled on her cloak before pulling out her wand and apparating.
Clutched in her free hand was one single long stemmed black rose, as Narcissa apparated nearby a graveyard she had only once before visited. Glancing around, taking in her surroundings, but specifically looking as to who else might be in the area, Narcissa kept a hood up over her head, and for once, had her head down not wanting to draw any attention to herself. It was rather important that her presence her remained unseen.
Narcissa moved silently through the graveyard, and despite the fact she had only been once, she still knew exactly where to go. Kneeling down, tears filling up in her eyes, Narcissa placed the single rose carefully on top of the headstone. One more glance around to make certain there was no one she knew in the cemetery, Narcissa pulled down the hood of the cloak and let the tears begin to fall.
"Andromeda, my dear Andi," she whispered, wiping tears off her face. "It wasn't supposed to turn out like this."