timestamp : —— , august 16th, 1950 location : the dressing room, the norris estate, public & unwarded tagging : @miresofblack
taliesin only vaguely remembered the coat in question, but he was not one to tell lucretia black, of all people, no. their history was somewhat complicated, transitioning from something he might have described as antagonistic, to what it was now: habitual, a practice of routine. they were friendly because it made sense, and they kept up the relationship because that’s just what was done. instead he listens to what she has to say, her spiel of stupid house elves and the confusion that had occurred, and found himself being pulled up the stairs and, subsequently, into the dressing room belonging to mr. and mrs. norris. he frowns as they step inside, but lets the expression fall from his face before lucretia sees it. he’s uncertain about traipsing through the house without the hosts guidance, both due to the fact that it feels rude to disturb their things and because he was somewhat anxious about what he would find. what he knew about cecil norris was that he was willing to dabble in black markets and illegal commodities. he felt there was already enough heat on him without stumbling across an example of those business practices. he intends to let lucretia do most of the searching, while he stands in the doorway. ‘ remind me what it looks like again ? ’