( Notes, scattered on Narcissa's desk in the manor )

Tomorrow morning the motions will be filed to regain custody of my son. The charming fellows who came so highly recommended have assured me that removing Draco from my custody without any charges against me and the death of Lucius will hardly stand the scrutiny of the court. I intend to bring my son home, to the safety and love of his family.

It's spring, but it hardly feels so.

I am airing out the rooms. The house feels so unused, and in need of fresh spirits.

This season has been the longest, dullest one I can remember.

It doesn't help that people keep dying. Ugh, what sordid wretched mess it all is. I knew Charles Destair from childhood. He was that charming uncle who sat me on his knee and brought me sweets home from France. I can't imagine that I will never see him again ( Read more... )

I am not greatly perturbed as Avery hasn't even responded to the note I sent to him days ago! What could possibly be the excuse for such neglect? He was never a man to stand on formality, nor to forget his obligations. I confess it distresses me simply because it is so out of character ( Read more... )

I noticed this evening that the Yule greetings arranged on the sideboard were scattered in a haphazard and odd fashion. Avery's was on the floor, and it's greenery was rather dull and tired. Such a strange thing. Come to think of it, I haven't heard from dear Avery in some time. He usually drops in for a cup of tea every other week, as he is rather ( Read more... )

I think there are few things as grim as the aftermath of a party, in the earliest hours of the morning.

It grows late. I should retire.

What amuses me most is that this house would have gone to Bellatrix once upon a time, but now the Ministry will come to me there ( Read more... )

I dreamed last night about Lucius coming home. Though I did not recognize it as a dream, I knew something was dreadfully wrong. Everything was overlaid with a sense of fear ( Read more... )

As of this morning, I'm taking a quiet little vacation away from the hustle and bustle of the Daily Prophet and wizarding society in general. So many parties this summer, and I am always glad to see my friends but I think it has been exceptionally difficult for me without the comfort of my son.

I do look forward to a week without any meetings.