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hh_mirror(( 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.
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.
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Date: 2010-01-31 03:49 am (UTC)Looks like Ryuk's found a new special friend!
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Date: 2010-02-01 01:33 am (UTC)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."
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Date: 2010-02-01 01:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-02-01 01:57 am (UTC)"What are you?" She could not expect a sensible answer; she asked out of reflex, not reason.
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Date: 2010-02-01 02:04 am (UTC)The thing knew her name.
"Are you among His servants?" she asked, holding very still.
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Date: 2010-01-31 03:28 pm (UTC)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?"
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Date: 2010-02-01 12:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-02-02 10:17 pm (UTC)He craned his neck. Seeing her lying was fascinating, especially with the resemblence to Eowyn.
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Date: 2010-02-04 02:30 am (UTC)Where was Draco?
"No cloth will suffice for this." She plucked at the grease-sodden skirts of her robes. "You are too kind."
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Date: 2010-02-04 03:25 pm (UTC)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."
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Date: 2010-02-16 03:45 pm (UTC)((Oh by the way, the 'haughtyness overlaid with confusion' was Narcissia's, not Grima's.))
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Date: 2010-01-31 06:31 pm (UTC)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."
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Date: 2010-02-01 12:53 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-02-01 01:15 am (UTC)"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.
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Date: 2010-02-01 01:40 am (UTC)Even more important than her beloved husband was her precious, angelic, perfect little boy.
No Dark Lord here, but Grindelwald ... ? That might be worse. She could not know or say.
She had to trust Severus, as she had done before. No other viable choice presented itself, and she was tired and afraid. Tired and afraid, but she could not allow despair to rule her. She had indulged shamefully in self-pity already. Lucius would have been shocked at her behavior.
"I will need to bathe," she said, sounding more like herself. "Then I will be pleased to join you."
There was no one else to join.
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Date: 2010-02-01 01:55 am (UTC)"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."
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Date: 2010-02-01 02:02 am (UTC)And she went with him to his rooms, as dutifully and as quietly as a child.
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Date: 2010-02-01 05:52 am (UTC)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?"
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Date: 2010-02-04 02:34 am (UTC)Some kind of prank?
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