Who: Asteria and Draco When: Night before her meeting with Narcissa What: She might have used Narcissa as an image to aspire to but that didn't mean she wasn't aware of the woman's capabilities. Where: Draco's Flat Rating: PG-13 Status: Complete
To describe the state of Asteria's thoughts in a single word was not something the blond normally wished to do, but at the moment a single word rang clear. Nervous. Narcissa Malfoy had always been to her an image to aspire to. She was, after all, Draco mother and one of the most respected witches in Pureblood circles. That alone was reason enough to offer the proper amount of respect. Despite this, that didn't mean she didn't know exactly what the women was capable of.
Having been dating her son for three years now, Asteria had spoken with her on many occasions. Their meeting the following day should be nothing to worry about. A mother simply wanting to get to know the other woman in her son's life. Unfortunately, that image wasn't something that gave Asteria comfort. Never before had Narcissa called upon her company as she had in the most recent letter. When they had spoken they had been surrounded by others; Lucius, Draco, Asteria's parents, Daphne. This would be entirely different. This would be Narcissa and herself. Alone.
She'd attempted to put her mind to something else but nothing had worked. The piano keys offered no distraction, Amadeus was sleeping in the other room, curled up in the middle of her bed, and this wasn't something she wanted to share with her sister. She might have sought out Graham, but the boy had still not returned to London, his attention still drawn to far off destinations as it had been in school. She wasn't expecting to see Draco that day or the next, knowing that he was preparing for his next meeting, but he seemed the only one able who would be able to ease her mind. Seeing as he wasn't due to arrive at her flat, the best way to catch him would be at his own. She wasn't entirely positive that he would be home, but she would wait if she had to. Being lost in thoughts here would not be different from being lost in her thoughts there.
Making sure the doors and windows were locked to her flat, she used the floo connection to reach Draco's living room. They never seemed to spend a lot of time in his flat, instead choosing to occupy her own. Although she supposed choosing was the wrong word to use. It had just always ended up that way. Draco would come and see her. He always had and the pattern had remained when she had moved out of her parents house. The room in which she stood simply screamed of him. It was simple, yet elegant. The dark colours of the furniture made the room seem darker than it actually was and yet it didn't seem oppressive.
As it were, the flat was empty. Given the time he could have been anywhere and the time in which he returned could vary, but she honestly didn't mind. The one thing she loved about Draco's apartment was the balcony it offered. She had the feeling that she used it more than Draco did, but she wasn't concerned with that. It offered a better view of the city than her own. One that only seemed to get better as the sun set behind the buildings. Leaving the door open behind her, she stepped out into the cool air, leaning against the railing to wait as her thoughts returned to the problem at hand.