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[primusxlune]

"Uhm- well, I thought I heard you but—" he trailed off, giving her a skeptical look, before tipping his head back in realisation. "Are you taking the piss?" 

[narcissustriandrus]

It was only a matterof time before he found out, but she had hoped she could fool him for a while longer.

"No."

She couldn't hold back anymore, and the small snorting sound she produced soon turned into a full blown laughter.

"It seems I have to work on my acting, then."

[narcissustriandrus]

Of an Hippogriff

The hallway was empty. It was too early, anyways – the audience would start in about an hour, so most people wouldn’t have thought of being present yet. But Narcissa couldn’t wait. Anxiety caused her to get up earlier than usual, and she had taken the floor network to the Ministry that morning. She knew wishful thinking wouldn’t make time go by faster, but she couldn’t force herself to sit idly at home. No, waiting there was much better. She could brood and not feel guilty about it.

Then she saw him, walking down the hall, his form practically taking up all the space available. Her expression wasn't like the ones she usually reserved for people like him - half-breeds - her chin didn't tilt upwards and her nose didn't scrunch in an expression of disgust, as if she was in the presence of something that was beneath her. This time her face twisted into something vile and vicious, and she was sure to look at the... the thing in the eyes. She wanted to let him know that this was absolutely personal.

[narcissustriandrus]

21

Narcissa raised an eyebrow at the man’s question. Did he really want to know why she didn’t like him? She could write a list with her reasons. First and foremost, because he was a bloody werewolf, and lastly – just to ice the cake – that, in spite of all of his faults, he still had the audacity to teach a large number of kids, one of them her own son.

As soon as she opened her mouth to voice her thoughts, another sound erupted from somewhere outside of Lupin’s office. A rather high-pitched scream, likely belonging to one of the female students. She was about to let out a sarcastic remark when another cry followed. Before she had time to react, a symphony of screams had taken over the castle

Narcissa set her teacup on the table and stood up, brows furrowing in confusion.

“What in Merlin’s name is happening?”

[narcissustriandrus]

Getting rid of the evidence

Narcissa raised her eyes as the flames in the fireplace, once dim and orange, suddenly burst up in a bright green color, and soon after a boy stepped out of the fire carrying several parcels in his hands, a very-obvious broom tucked under one of his arms, and a pleased smile stamped across his face.  As he set the packages on a nearby table, a man, practically an older version of the boy, entered the room through the same method.

“Mother, look!” Draco raised the boom triumphantly and approached her. He started ripping the wrapping paper, and she extended her hands to help him. In no time they got rid of all the paper and exposed the words ‘Nimbus 2001’ painted on the handle. “I bet Potter won’t get within ten feet of the snitch now.” Her son spat the other boy’s name venomously and the corners of Narcissa’s lips tugged upwards. He had been talking about that for months.

“I’m sure he was only made seeker for being Dumbledore’s favorite, dear.” She offered, and he nodded in agreement.

“I’m going to go test it now.”

“But you only just arrived!” She protested, but he had slipped out of the room just as she finished the phrase.

Sighing, Narcissa turned to her hisband. “So... How did everything go?” 

[narcissustriandrus]

A decent cup of tea

Narcissa pursed her lips when she finally caught sight of what was wrong with the placement of the objects on the table. Although it was a mere detail that she was sure her guest wouldn’t even notice (and, frankly, that she didn’t really care about either), she had to do everything in her power to make sure the house-elves were executing their jobs with perfection. Sure, she believed that some of the measures she took were pointless, but ever since what happened with Dobby she didn’t want to leave them any room for rebellious thoughts. The incident had been long ago and was mostly forgotten, but she didn’t want to risk going through the humiliation again.

As if on cue, a small house elf approached her, its hands clutching its pillowcase and its clear eyes wide with fear.

“Did Hatty did something wrong, mistress?” The creature asked in a small voice.

“Why, yes, Hatty did.” She replied mocking the elf’s speech, and watched as she examined the tray fearfully, but didn’t show any signs of seeing what was wrong. “The tea-cups aren’t aligned properly.”

The elf let out a squeak and started rearranging the cups, all the while hiccupping and muttering “Bad Hatty, bad Hatty…”

A sound that signalized that the front gates opened echoed through the room. That could only mean that the person she was expecting had arrived.

“Back to the kitchen, Hatty.” She shooed the elf away, and it quickly disappeared with a small popping sound.

Narcissa smoothed the front of her robes and walked to the living room. She knew he wouldn’t reach the entrance immediately and so she waited a few seconds before opening the door. After opening it, she kept her eyes peeled for the figure that she knew would be dressed in all black.