The very mention of dementors blanched her already pale face, and made her squeeze her husband's hands a bit tighter, as much to reassure herself of his reality as to reassure him of hers. "It's simply strange, that's all. If Severus can navigate it, we certainly can." Severus, after all, was a half-breed. (Never mind that Narcissa herself had been all but hiding out in Severus' rooms ever since her own unpopcorning, and that she relied on him to do the actual dirty work of interfacing with the school.)
She bit her lip.
"I'm afraid I haven't been very brave," she admitted. "I have no real idea how I came to be here, only that Severus was here and that he has suffered a great deal of -- of nonsense, as you say. There are other wizards here too, respectable ones, he says. Gellert Grindelwald has been here." There was something approaching awe, if not reverence, in that name when she said it. Grindelwald's ideals were the ethical underpinnings that made the Dark Lord's revolutionary agenda respectable, to Narcissa's mind. "I have not seen Grindelwald," she hastened to clarify. "Though Severus did introduce me to a young friend of his, who is not even from the wizarding circles we would recognize, but certainly not a Muggle."
The entire social register of the wizarding world, going back generations, had been well-nigh engraved in young Narcissa Black's memory by mother, grandmother, and the redoubtable Aunt Walburga. If she did not recognize a name, she could be positive it was no one from their wizarding world.
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Date: 2010-07-05 01:30 am (UTC)She bit her lip.
"I'm afraid I haven't been very brave," she admitted. "I have no real idea how I came to be here, only that Severus was here and that he has suffered a great deal of -- of nonsense, as you say. There are other wizards here too, respectable ones, he says. Gellert Grindelwald has been here." There was something approaching awe, if not reverence, in that name when she said it. Grindelwald's ideals were the ethical underpinnings that made the Dark Lord's revolutionary agenda respectable, to Narcissa's mind. "I have not seen Grindelwald," she hastened to clarify. "Though Severus did introduce me to a young friend of his, who is not even from the wizarding circles we would recognize, but certainly not a Muggle."
The entire social register of the wizarding world, going back generations, had been well-nigh engraved in young Narcissa Black's memory by mother, grandmother, and the redoubtable Aunt Walburga. If she did not recognize a name, she could be positive it was no one from their wizarding world.