InsaneJournal

Who: Draco and Narcissa
What: Mother and Son talks
Where: Malfoy Manor
When: Last Night
Rating/Warning: TBA, but low



Draco had been home for a week, but most of his time had been spent in his rooms or on the grounds, avoiding any of his Father's (and his own, he supposed, thanks to the Mark on his arm) associates if they came by and planning for this holiday, thinking on what it was that he wanted to tell Astoria. He worried she would think he'd lost his mind, and it would perhaps be clever of her to think so, but he thought it time for a little honesty. Honestly, it was a selfish though. He knew, somehow, that sharing his fears with her would make them weigh a little less heavily on his own shoulders.

They left tomorrow, however. He had spent the afternoon shopping for gifts with his Father, and now that he was left to himself he was.... well, nervous. Which was ridiculous, and annoying, and after he was packed he found himself wandering the Manor a bit aimlessly when he happened on his Mother. He almost left her alone, but instead stood in the doorway and cleared his throat quietly.

"Mother." He said it quietly, to announce himself.