open RP: an unpopcorning, quiet and without incident

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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.

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It was too much to take in at once. She latched onto the most important bit, the most crucial thing he'd said. "Draco is not bound," she repeated. But also: "Draco is not here ... ?"

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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"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."

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It did not help, not yet. It only confused her further. Gathering every shred of possible grace, she nodded nonetheless. "Thank you, Severus."

And she went with him to his rooms, as dutifully and as quietly as a child.