𝚆𝙷𝙾: Narcissa & @xophelias. 𝚆𝙷𝙴𝙽: January 25th, 1979. 11:58PM. 𝚆𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴: Outdoors.
𝙴𝚅𝙴𝙽 𝚂𝙾𝙼𝙴𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴 𝙽𝙰𝚁𝙲𝙸𝚂𝚂𝙰 𝙽𝙴𝙴𝙳𝙴𝙳 𝙰 𝙱𝚁𝙴𝙰𝚃𝙷 𝙾𝙵 𝙰𝙸𝚁 𝚂𝙾𝙼𝙴𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴𝚂 from the endless suffocation of social interaction, as pleasing as the night has been. Frankly, it’d been enjoyable for the first hour before the small talk had managed to bore the blonde to sleep. Talking about the prices of a vial of dragon’s blood or a scoop of powdered asphodel is just as effective as a sleeping draught.
Strolling out the back door, she hears the music and chatter die down, and she inhales, watching her breath fog up in the cold, January air. It’s only as she walks further out that she hears a rustle further down the path. Realizing that she is not totally alone, Narcissa stops in her tracks, pulling out her wand, gripped tight in her hand. “Who’s there?”
