June 12th - N, R - Packing - R: G
Who: Narcissa, and Rabastan
When: June 12, 1977
Where: Slytherin Girls Dorm
What: Narcissa begins her packing early, and discusses her amount of things and Muggles with Rabeta.
Rating: G
There was nothing enjoyable about packing your belongings, even if it did mean that you were leaving the dank dungeons of your school to start a wonderful vacation at your own home. Unfortunately, as unpleasant as it was - it was one of those tasks that it were just best to get it out of the way as soon as possible, instead of being like the countless others at the school who would leave it until the absolute last minute.
Narcissa's lips twisted into a gentle smirk, as she imagined the panic that her dormitory would be in by the end of the week. Just like last year and the year before to that, she'd take a careful position balanced on top of her luggage and survey the hustle and bustle of the room from above a book - brilliant. Clearly, others did not learn from their mistakes as well as she did. Of course, even the thought of the amusement to come did not make the pile of clothes that lay before her any more enjoyable to look at. Her smile died, and she scowled at the pile of clothes that lay before her instead.
When: June 12, 1977
Where: Slytherin Girls Dorm
What: Narcissa begins her packing early, and discusses her amount of things and Muggles with Rabeta.
Rating: G
There was nothing enjoyable about packing your belongings, even if it did mean that you were leaving the dank dungeons of your school to start a wonderful vacation at your own home. Unfortunately, as unpleasant as it was - it was one of those tasks that it were just best to get it out of the way as soon as possible, instead of being like the countless others at the school who would leave it until the absolute last minute.
Narcissa's lips twisted into a gentle smirk, as she imagined the panic that her dormitory would be in by the end of the week. Just like last year and the year before to that, she'd take a careful position balanced on top of her luggage and survey the hustle and bustle of the room from above a book - brilliant. Clearly, others did not learn from their mistakes as well as she did. Of course, even the thought of the amusement to come did not make the pile of clothes that lay before her any more enjoyable to look at. Her smile died, and she scowled at the pile of clothes that lay before her instead.