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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: 2010-02-04 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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