Personal: Hallowe'eny Thoughts
"Title: "Hallowe'eny Thoughts"
Game Date: October 1, 1998
Characters featured: Narcissa Malfoy, mentions of her family.
Location: Malfoy Manor
Brief summary: Upcoming Hallowe'en makes Narcissa think of Draco in his childhood and now.
Status: Personal
Completion: Complete
Narcissa sat at her escritoire with a small stack of bills sitting in one corner of the desktop as she tore off a newly-written cheque and entered it into the ledger. These were household bills, mostly, which she paid. Lucius' financial provice was the estate taxes and the family investments, which he was quite adept at managing.
Her gaze fell to the date on the chequc, and Narcissa blinked. Ist October. When in the world had it become October? It would be time to celebrate Hallowe'en soon. Usually, she and Lucius attended a party of some sort on that night, but she had no expectation of such a thing, this year. Too much had happened. Too many people had lost too much or lived through too much in the past year to be in much of a festive mood. Perhaps at Christmas.
We could host a party, Narcissa thought and then reluctantly dismissed the idea. No. I'm not ready for a party yet; certainly not ready to host one. Besides, who would come to it?
No, she didn't want to be at a party, this Hallowe'en. Narcissa closed her eyes and leaned back in her chair, letting her thoughts drift. What would be really nice to do? After a moment, her lips curved up into a smile. A midnight broom ride with Lucius. Oh, I'd love that. Just the two of us in the cool darkness, flying under the moon. And afterward--Mmmm...yes.
It would be odd, having Draco at home. The last time he'd been home for Hallowe'en (except for the previous year), he'd been a boy of ten and all excited about costumes and trick-or-treating in Hogsmeade. Now, of course, he was far too old for that. Narcissa grimaced to herself. I wish he were too old for it just for the normal reasons, and not because he's seen more horror in 17 years than anyone ought to.
Narcissa let out a breath and shoved those thoughts away. Enough of dwelling on that. It won't do Draco any good.
She finished the bill-paying and sent out the post. Normally, she'd have gone into the kitchen to bake goodies for Draco while he was at school--but he was home now and had no one to share the goodies with; thus, there was no need to make them so often.
Did Andie go through this adjustment when Nymphadora finished her NEWTs? This sudden realization that her child was now grown, and everything she remembered doing with her daughter was now far too childish?
Suddenly, she wanted more than anything to call Draco down to the kitchen the way she used to do, scoop the goop out of a punpkin, and help him carve a jack-o-lantern while the pumpkin seeds baked.
I miss being his Mum and doing Mummy things with him. Now he's grown into a man in such a horrible way, and I don't know what to do with us. Baking cookies doesn't suffice, and I can't get him to talk--not yet, anyway.
Still, maybe just a small reminder of the season. Draco could make of it and do with it what he wanted.
Narcissa waved her wand and pointed it at the fireplace. An autumn harvest garland materialized into the air and floated over to the mantelpiece, where it draped itself and hung on the nails usually reserved for Christmas greenery. A pair of spice-scented orange candles appeared at her whispered accio and burst alight with another flick of her wand.
A small start back toward normalcy, but small was best, for now.
Game Date: October 1, 1998
Characters featured: Narcissa Malfoy, mentions of her family.
Location: Malfoy Manor
Brief summary: Upcoming Hallowe'en makes Narcissa think of Draco in his childhood and now.
Status: Personal
Completion: Complete
Narcissa sat at her escritoire with a small stack of bills sitting in one corner of the desktop as she tore off a newly-written cheque and entered it into the ledger. These were household bills, mostly, which she paid. Lucius' financial provice was the estate taxes and the family investments, which he was quite adept at managing.
Her gaze fell to the date on the chequc, and Narcissa blinked. Ist October. When in the world had it become October? It would be time to celebrate Hallowe'en soon. Usually, she and Lucius attended a party of some sort on that night, but she had no expectation of such a thing, this year. Too much had happened. Too many people had lost too much or lived through too much in the past year to be in much of a festive mood. Perhaps at Christmas.
We could host a party, Narcissa thought and then reluctantly dismissed the idea. No. I'm not ready for a party yet; certainly not ready to host one. Besides, who would come to it?
No, she didn't want to be at a party, this Hallowe'en. Narcissa closed her eyes and leaned back in her chair, letting her thoughts drift. What would be really nice to do? After a moment, her lips curved up into a smile. A midnight broom ride with Lucius. Oh, I'd love that. Just the two of us in the cool darkness, flying under the moon. And afterward--Mmmm...yes.
It would be odd, having Draco at home. The last time he'd been home for Hallowe'en (except for the previous year), he'd been a boy of ten and all excited about costumes and trick-or-treating in Hogsmeade. Now, of course, he was far too old for that. Narcissa grimaced to herself. I wish he were too old for it just for the normal reasons, and not because he's seen more horror in 17 years than anyone ought to.
Narcissa let out a breath and shoved those thoughts away. Enough of dwelling on that. It won't do Draco any good.
She finished the bill-paying and sent out the post. Normally, she'd have gone into the kitchen to bake goodies for Draco while he was at school--but he was home now and had no one to share the goodies with; thus, there was no need to make them so often.
Did Andie go through this adjustment when Nymphadora finished her NEWTs? This sudden realization that her child was now grown, and everything she remembered doing with her daughter was now far too childish?
Suddenly, she wanted more than anything to call Draco down to the kitchen the way she used to do, scoop the goop out of a punpkin, and help him carve a jack-o-lantern while the pumpkin seeds baked.
I miss being his Mum and doing Mummy things with him. Now he's grown into a man in such a horrible way, and I don't know what to do with us. Baking cookies doesn't suffice, and I can't get him to talk--not yet, anyway.
Still, maybe just a small reminder of the season. Draco could make of it and do with it what he wanted.
Narcissa waved her wand and pointed it at the fireplace. An autumn harvest garland materialized into the air and floated over to the mantelpiece, where it draped itself and hung on the nails usually reserved for Christmas greenery. A pair of spice-scented orange candles appeared at her whispered accio and burst alight with another flick of her wand.
A small start back toward normalcy, but small was best, for now.