Narcissa looked up at the giant sign at the edge of the town she had landed herself in, her stomach twisting in a knot. Storybrooke...
She turned to look over her shoulder at the stretch of nothingness that the road behind her led to. This was what she got, running away from her life. She just couldn’t stand it anymore, the stresses of being married to Lucius Malfoy, the stresses of being expected to have his son. She had spent all her life being what other people wanted her to be, and perhaps now it was her turn.
She had cast a spell to take her somewhere far away, somewhere she would be safe. She didn’t know why her magic believed she would be safe here, but it had never let her down before. She slid her wand up her sleeve and picked up the skirt of her dress, walking into town. When she eventually got into the proper town, she noticed a lot of people looking at her. Did this town not see many new people? Was she dressed oddly?
She had turned her head to look over her shoulder when she ran right into someone walking her direction on the sidewalk, gasping softly and turning back to the person she had run into “I am so sorry, wasn’t looking”