WHERE: the london estate of arcturus iii and melania black WHEN: december 1945. WHO: lucretia black and tom riddle @tmriddlerp
No matter how much she pushes back against the tide, Lucretia cannot escape the whims of her parents. She’s as beholden to their demands now as she was when she was a child. It’s for that reason she finds herself stuck in the estate today, waiting on the arrival of some supposed artefacts and antiques expert from Borgin and Burke’s to come and value one of her mother’s latest acquisitions; an enchanted music box that’s put almost all of their guests to sleep. She’s no doubt off flittering about one of her associate’s houses, and her father and brother are Merlin only knows where, leaving Lucretia to remain in the dark and gilded hallways of her childhood home until the job is done.
It’s nearing noon when a knock finally sounds at the door, and the patter of feet soon sounds on the ornate floors as their house elf ventures to answer it. With a hefty sigh, her mood dimmed by having to deal with an errand like this, Lucretia follows after the elf to meet their visitor for herself. Rounding the corner into the entryway, the wizard that waits outside isn’t who she’d thought she’d find. Crossing the distance to the door with quick, long steps, she waves the house elf out of the way. “Go Cipny, back to your tasks.”
Then, she allows her attention to fall to the guest at the door. “You’re here for Burke?”
Lucretia doesn’t have cause to venture near Knockturn Alley often, but she’d always been under the assumption that the usual creatures haunting those dank streets and stores were less... pleasant. She’d been expecting someone older, more grizzled; the kind of wix that she’d go out of her way to avoid if they passed in the street. "You’d best come in then.”