Who: Lucius & Narcissa Malfoy Where: Malfoy Manor When: Late Friday night, June 5th What: Finally getting a few things straight. Rating/Warnings: TBA
The late-night return had become far too familiar recently, but tonight, at least, Lucius felt no need to walk softly. It seemed highly unlikely that Narcissa should have gone to bed, but even if she had, he would wake her. She'd promised him the night to ... well, he wasn't sure what he was going to do or even what needed doing, which might have had to do with the bottle of wine he'd just consumed. But that had never been enough to fully rob him of his faculties: persuasion, explanation, pacification were all skills he had never doubted in himself and that had never failed to gain him what he wanted, but suddenly they seemed clumsy, blunt and terribly ill-suited to the task at hand. It was rare that he couldn't talk his way out of something (not unheard of with Narcissa, but not commonplace), but he felt quite entirely cornered even as he opened the bedroom door and stepped inside.
"Narcissa." It wasn't often that he cut right through the pleasantries, but nothing very pleasant had brought them together tonight. As though the weight of the ... the end coming to Hogwarts, whatever that meant, wasn't enough to have hanging over one's head, Narcissa's threats to hare off and do something about it on her own were positively chilling. She'd already brushed shoulders with treason last year.