Narcissa runs carefully-manicured fingers over the section of wall. "What was it you said it was called?" She never heard of a moving, changing room in her time at Hogwarts, but it isn't surprising to her at all. Coming here has brought all the memories of school rushing back in a way she can't say she enjoys. Narcissa prefers to leave her past firmly where it belongs: she can do without the memories of looping arms with her sisters and walking off to Hogsmead, feeling up boys in closets, and falling asleep late at night in the Slytherin common room.
He was too young for understand strange coincidence of circumstances. He was far too young for even understanding foreshadowing of these innocent actions. As childhish as he remained, the whole thing is cared was to have fun — inside limited locations he could visiting over the wizarding world, who wasn’t lot of places. Even the name of Hogsmead, sometimes crossed accidentally inside wanders inside his magical world, didn’t hold too much meaning inside. It was just there. There was a village down there. There were some villager who watched over his appareance of him and his parents. There was an secretive door inside an castle of a school. It was playful elements, nothing more. How his innocent curiosity lead him to improbable corners was something he cannot explain. He appreciated discoveries. As he appreciated somewhere his instinct was protective ! Even since the date of 1986 passed, he desired visit his entire manor — and rest of the world — as a playground, as he was searching something … unable to expressing clearly what exactly he desired find so hard. ❝ Hogwarts. ❞ He answered enthusiastically. One day, for finishing to be truly a wizard inside every sense of term and enter inside society, he would have to go inside a magic school. Studies time of his parents was left inside obscurity. Actually, if he was allowed to do that, and not acting clandestinely for using his family privileges — which he used to cater to his whim, because he could, because he knew it would be heir of the family — as a slight escape of usual strictness norms he was tempted to resuming these discrete visit in darkness … When idea of be alone in the streets, be left inside loneliness of a place he didn’t know, when he wasn’t legal for coming home by his own means destroyed that temporary desire. He didn’t know what he wanted to search so much inside his own manor … and there were an ambiance who generated sometimes an discomfort to be perceived where he shouldn’t. A hesitation passed over his face. ❝ By luck, I was having fun and I just found it … you won’t you scold me, mum ? Dad is not going to punish me ? … I just enjoyed what the store have … ❞
