She hated being there. After her confrontation with Andromeda, Narcissa felt no desire to be faced with her sister again ( or even worse, her husband or daughter ) but she still found herself standing on the doorstep of their home. She had decided that if one of the people she wasn’t here for opened the door, she would just apparate back home. She wasn’t ready to talk to any of them, not yet ----- somewhere, she did think that one day, maybe, she would be. That day would most likely be after the war, though.
Narcissa hesitated before she knocked. Maybe she should just do what the people around her wanted her to do: to accept Regulus’ departure, to cut ties with him like she had with her sister and cousin. She was incapable of doing so, however, with Regulus being the only family she had left and the thought that this was temporary still stuck in her head.
Because he would return to her, right? He knew how she cared about him, knew how she needed him, even after what he’d done. The idea of him just having left was something Narcissa was yet incapable of accepting. And still ----- it wasn’t completely unrealistic. The war had taken so many people from her and so it only seemed to fit the pattern that Regulus, too, would leave.
Now there was only Draco and Bellatrix left, and Narcissa hadn’t slept for two days out of fear.
She had tried to cover up the bags under her eyes with the compact powder she had bought months ago, when she still enjoyed shopping, but the light blue still shone through. Narcissa knew she looked like she was fading, as she sometimes felt she was. Still, she knocked the door, hesitation still filling her veins, as well as a certain anger.
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