Four Days Sooner
Title: "Four Days Sooner" - Personal
Game date: 3rd August, 1998
Time of day: 2:00pm
Characters featured: Narcissa Malfoy, mention of Lucius and Draco Malfoy and Andromeda Tonks.
Location: DMLE detention
Status (mood): surprised, wary, conflicted
Brief summary: Narcissa is informed of a change in her trial date.
Completion: Completed.
Narcissa slowly unfolded the letter that her afternoon guard had given her. It was nice to have something to break the monotony of life in her cell.
She had finally written to the family solicitor regarding Bellatrix' funeral arrangements. The LeStranges, it seemed, wanted to distance themselves from Bellatrix as much as possible, now that the Dark Lord and the Death-Eaters had fallen. Narcissa couldn't exactly blame them, but she still frowned in disgust at Marvella LeStrange's brief note washing her hands of the matter.
Narcissa supposed Bellatrix would have to be buried at the Malfoy estate, at least until such time as as interment on Black family property could be arranged. Not that there were that many members of the Black family left alive, now. By Narcissa's reckoning, it was just herself and Andie and some more distant relations, though she doubted Andie would care to acknowledge the connection.
Narcissa opened the letter and began to read. Her eyes widened.
...You are hereby summoned to appear before the Most Puissant Court of the Wizengamot, Ministry level 10, courtroom five, on the tenth day of August, 1998, to answer charges of high crimes and misdemeanors pertaining to the recent terrorist activitie in Her Majesty's realm....
It continued in legalese until Narcissa's eyes glazed over, and she set the letter down. Her court date had been moved up by four days. What did it mean? Had Draco and Lucius been sentenced already? Would the Ministry people tell her if they had?
For the first time since arriving, Narcissa wanted to tear down the door of her cell and hurtle down the corridors in a mad frenzy, to look for Lucius and Draco. They had to be all right; they had to. The Ministry would have sent her some kind of notice; they were quite obssessive about that sort of thing.
Stop this silly panic at once, she ordered herself in the coldest mental tone she could muster. Andie's daughter is dead. You have no right to panic for your loved ones--not next to that.
But fear for her family had become a habit, her constant companion. What with having both Bellatrix and the Dark Lord in her home, she had never known from one moment to the next whether she would go to bed some night as a childless widow. Somehow, back then, that had seemed the worst possible fate in the world.
She couldn't say what the worst possible fate was, now. Death? It just didn't seem so terrible. Azkaban? As long as Lucius and Draco were alive, she could bear it. And if they weren't? Well, Andie was bearing it, wasn't she? Loss hadn't broken her.
What, Narcissa wondered, what the right thing to feel?
Game date: 3rd August, 1998
Time of day: 2:00pm
Characters featured: Narcissa Malfoy, mention of Lucius and Draco Malfoy and Andromeda Tonks.
Location: DMLE detention
Status (mood): surprised, wary, conflicted
Brief summary: Narcissa is informed of a change in her trial date.
Completion: Completed.
Narcissa slowly unfolded the letter that her afternoon guard had given her. It was nice to have something to break the monotony of life in her cell.
She had finally written to the family solicitor regarding Bellatrix' funeral arrangements. The LeStranges, it seemed, wanted to distance themselves from Bellatrix as much as possible, now that the Dark Lord and the Death-Eaters had fallen. Narcissa couldn't exactly blame them, but she still frowned in disgust at Marvella LeStrange's brief note washing her hands of the matter.
Narcissa supposed Bellatrix would have to be buried at the Malfoy estate, at least until such time as as interment on Black family property could be arranged. Not that there were that many members of the Black family left alive, now. By Narcissa's reckoning, it was just herself and Andie and some more distant relations, though she doubted Andie would care to acknowledge the connection.
Narcissa opened the letter and began to read. Her eyes widened.
...You are hereby summoned to appear before the Most Puissant Court of the Wizengamot, Ministry level 10, courtroom five, on the tenth day of August, 1998, to answer charges of high crimes and misdemeanors pertaining to the recent terrorist activitie in Her Majesty's realm....
It continued in legalese until Narcissa's eyes glazed over, and she set the letter down. Her court date had been moved up by four days. What did it mean? Had Draco and Lucius been sentenced already? Would the Ministry people tell her if they had?
For the first time since arriving, Narcissa wanted to tear down the door of her cell and hurtle down the corridors in a mad frenzy, to look for Lucius and Draco. They had to be all right; they had to. The Ministry would have sent her some kind of notice; they were quite obssessive about that sort of thing.
Stop this silly panic at once, she ordered herself in the coldest mental tone she could muster. Andie's daughter is dead. You have no right to panic for your loved ones--not next to that.
But fear for her family had become a habit, her constant companion. What with having both Bellatrix and the Dark Lord in her home, she had never known from one moment to the next whether she would go to bed some night as a childless widow. Somehow, back then, that had seemed the worst possible fate in the world.
She couldn't say what the worst possible fate was, now. Death? It just didn't seem so terrible. Azkaban? As long as Lucius and Draco were alive, she could bear it. And if they weren't? Well, Andie was bearing it, wasn't she? Loss hadn't broken her.
What, Narcissa wondered, what the right thing to feel?