Post by NARCISSA CALLIOPE MALFOY on Apr 27, 2010 17:50:40 GMT -5
Narcissa was seated upon the windowsill inside of her bedroom. She knew that Lucius would not be home until late tonight, probably because of ‘ministry work’. She wanted to be here when he came, for she had to talk to her husband about quite a few things. She had heard rumors about him and other women, and wanted the truth. No. She did not only want it, but she craved, desired, and was dying to hear those very words. Her father was growing suspicious. He knew that in all of her letters, every time that she wrote to him, she used to go on and on about her life with Lucius, talking all about every detail of their personal lives. Now, however, she spoke sparingly about him, trying to avoid that subject all together. Once, Cygnus Black had asked her if she still loved Lucius. But, to keep him happy, his angelic daughter said nothing out of the ordinary. She simply agreed, and excused herself to go to her room. She hadn’t even talked to him about her recent readings. She told everyone that she was busy, trying to learn how to sew and other such things. They were happy with such lies, and left her to do her own thing, even Lucius, the devil himself.
But she wasn’t doing anything of the sort. For the past couple of days, she had been seated at her window, staring out at the grounds, at the front gate of Malfoy Manor, waiting for things to change. Her house elf (for her dearest husband insisted that she have her own; they could afford it, and to have only what one needed and not more was awfully foolish. The best part of being rich was having the material to show it off with) had brought her food and water, both of which she had barely touched. But this, of course, was not a surprise. She was never a big eater, and nobody was around to force her to stuff food into her mouth. When she was younger, Andromeda (her sister, although she would never admit it to anyone anymore) was the only one that was bothered by it. Narcissa tried to explain multiple times that she was not anorexic, but merely not hungry. But this attempt failed. Now that Andromeda was disowned, Narcissa only had one sister; Bellatrix. And well, Bellatrix was not the type to truly care about these things. And for that? For that Narcissa would be eternally greatful.
With a stiffening of her body that she threw away as simply a chill to the cold wind that suddenly blew through her skin, Narcissa watched as the clock struck six o'clock, the hour when everyone would be arriving. Softly and with sorrow, Narcissa clambered down off of her windowsill, closed the window, and then made sure she looked presentable. She looked a little tired, but overall she resembled the perfection she had become accustomed to seeing when she caught her reflection. It was almost infuriating to see herself in the looking glass for she always had someone by her side to compliment her and make her feel better in her darker times. Now, there would be no compliments, but instead only the silence that came with being alone. Narcissa would not breathe a word.
She threw on a dainty little blue dress before making her way down the stairs, heading into the dining room where the house elves were busying themselves with setting the table. She leaned up against the wall, watching the servants scuttle around with fervor. She looked around the room, down her nose at the small creatures. They were scurrying about, and when they noticed her arrival, all seemed to stop instantly, looking at her with wide, scared eyes. “Is there anything we can do for you, Miss?” they asked quietly, their voices high pitched like the squealing of a child. Instead of speaking to them with her usual vigor and strength, she simply shook her head. She didn't have the strength to do anything more. Narcissa finally moved herself to the Drawing Room to wait for Lucius. She figured that he would be home soon, unless the Ministry kept him late again for another important meeting. It didn’t matter to her, really. She wasn’t in the mood to deal with anyone, and was growing tired of the glorious manor in which she had spent her last few weeks. She wasn’t exactly pleased with her current arrangement, and she couldn’t help but feel even more despair leak into her very core at the glances she got from her family and husband. She couldn’t tell them what was truly going on. She couldn’t break her own heart any further.
Getting up from her seat, Narcissa let a long sigh escape her. Tonight, she was going to leave. Tonight, she would get out of the manor, and find something interesting to do. She didn’t care what it was. As long as she could get out of the house, get going, and get a bit more brightness into her heart, everything would be fine. The consequences didn’t matter now. Narcissa was looking for a way out, and fast. Apparating to Hogsmede, she drew her wand out of her pocket, twirling it absentmindedly in her hand. The sunset was approaching, and soon the evening would be upon the English land. She would have to find something interesting, and soon. She wasn’t sure she could take the terrible boredom any longer.
But she wasn’t doing anything of the sort. For the past couple of days, she had been seated at her window, staring out at the grounds, at the front gate of Malfoy Manor, waiting for things to change. Her house elf (for her dearest husband insisted that she have her own; they could afford it, and to have only what one needed and not more was awfully foolish. The best part of being rich was having the material to show it off with) had brought her food and water, both of which she had barely touched. But this, of course, was not a surprise. She was never a big eater, and nobody was around to force her to stuff food into her mouth. When she was younger, Andromeda (her sister, although she would never admit it to anyone anymore) was the only one that was bothered by it. Narcissa tried to explain multiple times that she was not anorexic, but merely not hungry. But this attempt failed. Now that Andromeda was disowned, Narcissa only had one sister; Bellatrix. And well, Bellatrix was not the type to truly care about these things. And for that? For that Narcissa would be eternally greatful.
With a stiffening of her body that she threw away as simply a chill to the cold wind that suddenly blew through her skin, Narcissa watched as the clock struck six o'clock, the hour when everyone would be arriving. Softly and with sorrow, Narcissa clambered down off of her windowsill, closed the window, and then made sure she looked presentable. She looked a little tired, but overall she resembled the perfection she had become accustomed to seeing when she caught her reflection. It was almost infuriating to see herself in the looking glass for she always had someone by her side to compliment her and make her feel better in her darker times. Now, there would be no compliments, but instead only the silence that came with being alone. Narcissa would not breathe a word.
She threw on a dainty little blue dress before making her way down the stairs, heading into the dining room where the house elves were busying themselves with setting the table. She leaned up against the wall, watching the servants scuttle around with fervor. She looked around the room, down her nose at the small creatures. They were scurrying about, and when they noticed her arrival, all seemed to stop instantly, looking at her with wide, scared eyes. “Is there anything we can do for you, Miss?” they asked quietly, their voices high pitched like the squealing of a child. Instead of speaking to them with her usual vigor and strength, she simply shook her head. She didn't have the strength to do anything more. Narcissa finally moved herself to the Drawing Room to wait for Lucius. She figured that he would be home soon, unless the Ministry kept him late again for another important meeting. It didn’t matter to her, really. She wasn’t in the mood to deal with anyone, and was growing tired of the glorious manor in which she had spent her last few weeks. She wasn’t exactly pleased with her current arrangement, and she couldn’t help but feel even more despair leak into her very core at the glances she got from her family and husband. She couldn’t tell them what was truly going on. She couldn’t break her own heart any further.
Getting up from her seat, Narcissa let a long sigh escape her. Tonight, she was going to leave. Tonight, she would get out of the manor, and find something interesting to do. She didn’t care what it was. As long as she could get out of the house, get going, and get a bit more brightness into her heart, everything would be fine. The consequences didn’t matter now. Narcissa was looking for a way out, and fast. Apparating to Hogsmede, she drew her wand out of her pocket, twirling it absentmindedly in her hand. The sunset was approaching, and soon the evening would be upon the English land. She would have to find something interesting, and soon. She wasn’t sure she could take the terrible boredom any longer.