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Oct 19, 2011 19:40

[Who:] Narcissa Malfoy, OPEN
[What:] Sloth, and why it's not much fun.
[When:] Week 7 - Seven Deadly Sins Event.
[Where:] The Mall.

( Oh mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head. )

bellatrix lestrange, narcissa malfoy

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bestlieutenant October 21 2011, 08:02:51 UTC

What in Merlin's name is this?

Bellatrix had been wandering the Mall in search of her sister to discuss the recent disappearance of their leader, as well as the other wizards. Narcissa was in tune with these sorts of things. Fingers on the pulse, and all of that. Sometimes the little details could go over Bellatrix's head, but that's where Cissy excels.

She found her in one of the restaurants... But she's curled up in a booth. Bellatrix's mouth dropped open. What was going on with Narcissa's hair? After taking a long moment to compose her thoughts, she finally dared to speak. "Are you ill?" she asked, with no shortage of concern.

comedyofmanors October 21 2011, 16:02:25 UTC

Narcissa's eyes opened lazily and viewed Bella through strands of pale hair, somehow too out of it to register any surprise at her sister having found her, though she hadn't expected anyone to come across her. Before she could really think about what she was saying, she muttered, "No. I doubt it. Just tired. Do just let me sleep..."

bestlieutenant October 23 2011, 18:43:34 UTC

"You doubt it? What are you doing, Cissy? This isn't like you." With a wave of her wand, Bellatrix transfigures the table into a chair so she can sit in front of Narcissa in her sprawl along the booth's cushions. "Your hair is a mess. I haven't seen you look like this since... Not since school. Don't tell me you've given into despair."

comedyofmanors October 23 2011, 23:36:42 UTC

"I merely--"

She broke off, apparently exhausted by the effort of speaking, and struggled to sit up, eventually managing to force herself into an upright position and looking as if the action had drained her completely. She pressed a hand to her face for a few moments, eyes closed.

"No. I know. Not like me at all. I don't know, Bella, I simply feel so terribly tired." She ran a hand half-heartedly through her hair and then apparently gave up. "My hair's hardly relevant, I'll...do something to it later."

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