[The dreamberry was on the floor when it accidentally turned on. Narcissa held Draco's dead body close to her as she screamed in agony. Her sobs echoed throughout the room, sometimes ending up in a choked cough. She took a second to look at her son's face, stroking his dead cheek. His skin was so cold and so dull, not like the warmth and pinkish
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For a moment, she just stands still. Silent. It wasn't even like she knew this woman. And she is certain that there wasn't anything she could say that could make the situation better.
Even still... she had to do something.
Finally, ]
I'm sorry... if there's anything I could do...
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I want him back. [Tears begin to overflow her face once more.] I want my Draco back.
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She wishes there was something she could do. And for a moment, Morgana opens her mouth to suggest... magic. There must be some way to...
... No. That wasn't right. Even if they could bring him back with magic, it wouldn't be the same. He'd be nothing but a ghost of himself. ]
I'm sorry, but...
[ ... she trails off. ]
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This place...
[ She sighs. Consoling seemed far harder when you had to do it over some strange device. ]
Sometimes, it seems more like a nightmare.
[ She's not sure if it'd help, but Morgana finally adds: ] But it is just a dream world. Your son... he is still safe in his real world.
[ At least, she's hoping he is. ]
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