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(( With mod permission and due process followed, here is Narcissa Malfoy. Narcissa does not remember her prior time(s) at Hogwarts, unless and until we find it amusing. Barring that, she's straight outta HBP. ))


She found herself on a cold floor, amid a pool of tepid and congealing butter, and her muscles were not obeying her. Very little elegance in this, more's the pity: Narcissa twitched. It was not even as dignified as sleep-paralysis. Her limbs were coming back to life, all pins-and-needles, and she did not know what had happened to her. She could only assume the worst.

Draco, failing? Snape's Unbreakable Vow, exacted at such a cost of pain and embarrassment for Narcissa, all for nothing? Memories of the most recent past stirred sluggishly in a mind not quite yet in possession of its full faculties. No, but Dumbledore was dead, was dead, and that task was done -- why would anyone have punished Narcissa? (And by anyone, she meant Him, or someone acting at His order, which amounted to the same thing. Him. The Dark Lord, who had wanted her son to fail.)

She shivered and cried for her husband. She would be deeply embarrassed later.

Date: 2010-01-31 03:49 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ringo-raver.livejournal.com
"Hehehehehehehe," a voice said in the corner. Half in the shadows....okay, half in the wall was a shinigami. He was laughing because she looked so miserable. Reminded him of Mikami in fact.

Looks like Ryuk's found a new special friend!

Date: 2010-02-01 01:33 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ringo-raver.livejournal.com
Vanishing back into the hallway, Ryuk grinned. He knew what would get the new person (Narcissa Malfoy, the eyes had said)'s attention.

Falling through the floor to the adjacent rooms below, Ryuk hovered until he was at just the right spot...then poked his head up through the floor at Narcissa.

"Hi."

Date: 2010-02-01 01:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ringo-raver.livejournal.com
"Hahahaha. You're funny." Ryuk rose up a little more to prop his elbows on the floor.

Date: 2010-02-01 02:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ringo-raver.livejournal.com
"I'm a shinigami. Or...you know, a god of death. Name's Ryuk." He grinned. "You amuse me, Narcissa."

Date: 2010-02-01 02:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ringo-raver.livejournal.com
"Who, the Shinigami King? Nah. We're not really servants. Hell, I don't even know why he's the king."

Date: 2010-02-01 02:33 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ringo-raver.livejournal.com
"See, there are a bunch of us shinigami, and we spend most of our day gambling and writing names in the Death Note, and one of us is the king!"

Date: 2010-02-01 02:53 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ringo-raver.livejournal.com
"Helloooooo," Ryuk said, waving a hand in front of Narcissa. "You're not amusing me."

Date: 2010-02-01 03:10 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ringo-raver.livejournal.com
"Fine. I'll go bother Maddie then." Ryuk slid back down through the floor and went to do just that.

Date: 2010-01-31 03:28 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] g-wormtongue.livejournal.com
((argh. Reposted thrice for mistakes.))

On hearing a noise in the unpopcorning room he cautiously peered inside and saw...but no, it wasn't. Only a bit of nearsightedness made the woman lolling on the floor appear like Eowyn. Surely, this woman, whoever she was, would not want a visitor while she was in such an undignified position. And yet, it paid to know people around the castle. Surely if he could help her, that would be worth something. There might be some gratitude...no, there wouldn't of course there wouldn't he told himself firmly. And this strange woman, whoever she may be is hardly Eowyn, and possibly not even a Lady. Yet...

"Lady- may I offer you a cloth? Or find you a leechwife?"

Date: 2010-02-02 10:17 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] g-wormtongue.livejournal.com
"A healer?"
He craned his neck. Seeing her lying was fascinating, especially with the resemblence to Eowyn.

Date: 2010-02-04 03:25 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] g-wormtongue.livejournal.com
Watching her look him over, Grima would have drawn into himself, but did not, only raising his chin a little higher. The haughtyness overlaid with confusion was enticing.

He quietly put his grubby handkerchief back in the pouch. It would be too little.

"Then at least, shall I call a house-elf to attend you? I am Grima Wormtongue, lately a councilor to the Hat."

Date: 2010-02-16 03:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] g-wormtongue.livejournal.com
"The Hat's" he said folding his hands and looking solemn, though the ridiculousness of his situation pained him. "It is a magical artifact of great power, probably inhabited by the soul of a sorceror." She ought to be looking amazed at the word 'sorceror.'

((Oh by the way, the 'haughtyness overlaid with confusion' was Narcissia's, not Grima's.))

Date: 2010-01-31 06:31 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] methleigh.livejournal.com
Severus was striding along the corridors with a deep frown. He was still angry and hurt about being passed over for the Dark Arts position again.

Espying Narcissa, limp, sodden and greasy, he stopped, horrified. "Narcissa!" He rushed to help her. She was even more put-upon than he himself. While he was almost relieved to see her, he became even more deeply offended than he had been before. Such a state for Narcissa simply was unconscionable.

Quickly he spelled her robes clean with as gentle a spell as he could manage. "Turgeo."

Date: 2010-02-01 01:15 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] methleigh.livejournal.com
Severus thought about the realities of school life and the dormitories. Narcissa deserved more. Until he could find somewhere else she could stay in his quarters and he would make due with the small sitting room. He knew Mr. Wednesday had wands, but he knew she must feel bereft and empty without her own. He would have been devastated. As unfortunate as she ws, she had her priorities straight. He would have expected nothing less.

"The school has changed a great deal, Narcissa - I may call you Narcissa still? There are wands available. They are sometimes fitted to their owners. I am sorry it will not be your wand, but you could work magic. I will show you to my quarters, and you may think of them as your own until some more suitable may be found or constructed, if you wish." he was formal, courteous and attentive. There were few people he would have preferred to see and he actually smiled, despite his habitual cloud of glooom since the DADA news.

Date: 2010-02-01 01:28 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] methleigh.livejournal.com
"Oh, Narcissa," his look was dark, sad and kind, "this is a strange and different Hogwarts. He... was dead. He has been dead, yet he is also here. Gellert Grindlewald is here also and we had been told he was dead. Lucius is not here, nor Draco, nor any of our friends. I am so sorry. But it is finished. Yes, it is finished at the least. Draco is not bound here, and neither am I. The Dark Lord is not in this... school. He is not in the world."

Date: 2010-02-01 01:55 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] methleigh.livejournal.com
"Of course. I have a bath in my rooms." He paused.

"I'll confess I have been hoping Draco would come, but wishes rarely seem granted. But I can tell you that there is none to harm him, and here... no one can die. None would touch him, and none will touch you. I hope this helps you. I believe him to be well, and if he... chooses to come, or comes as you did, he will be safe."

Date: 2010-02-01 05:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] my-soul-itches.livejournal.com
There were some things that Hufflepuff's food libraries just didn't have. Decent, hand-baked cookies, for one. Packaged white chocolate macadamia cookies just weren't the same as the kind that you made from scratch. Also, you didn't get to eat the dough if they were already made.

Since Hogwarts' kitchens were of a pretty decent size, Megan had decided to make the most of them and bake the restlessness out of her system. And since she had eaten quite a lot of both cookie dough and cookies fresh out of the oven, she decided that she had better fly than 'port back to the Gryffindor common room. It was good exercise, after all, flying while carrying several dozen cookies.

She glanced inside the popcorn room as she passed, habit now even though she only recognized a name or two. "Oh! Hi!" She backtracked, flying just inside the room, smiling brightly. "Welcome back! I--um." Okay. So, not such a cheerful person, maybe? Then again, she imagined that being suddenly covered in butter would do that to you. "Uh... would you like a cookie?"

Date: 2010-02-04 03:49 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] my-soul-itches.livejournal.com
"White chocolate macadamia. Here, look." Megan landed lightly on the ground and shifted the basket she had borrowed, showing plenty of still-warm cookies inside. "It just seemed like that kind of a day. Anyway, welcome back to Hogwarts! I'm Megan."

Date: 2010-02-17 03:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] my-soul-itches.livejournal.com
"Hi, Mrs. Malfoy! Oh, it's Gwynn. I'm... well, I'm not new, but I was gone for a while. Not popcorn, though, I just went back to my old school. Sort of. It's across a continent from where it used to be, on account of the bombings. Anyway, it's really not a surprise we've never met, with you being popcorn and me being not here. I really do hope you like the cookies, I tried a few and I think they're very edible." She smiled warmly at Narcissa, because smiling usually made people feel better. (Or else creeped out, but that was when you did that weird smile where you showed all your teeth and then your face muscles started to twitch, and it just looked freaky.) "So if you're Mrs. Malfoy, where's Mr. Malfoy? I mean, if you don't mind me asking. If you do, we can just go back to talking about cookies."

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