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
Rabastan, carrying his trusty Cleansweep, peered around the common room and up the shallow stairway. With no one in sight, he kicked off and hugged the corner until he arrived at the seventh-year room. The door was open and piles upon piles of robes and dresses of various colors lay spread out, with a scowling Narcissa in the middle of it all.
"You don't honestly use all this, do you? No, you do. This is... not packing. This is bloody reconstruction."
"And," he added before she could reply, "There's nothing wrong with taking things seriously."
Narcissa looked over her shoulder, to redirect her nasty look from the clothes to Rabastan. Her expression relaxed shortly after, and she waved him more into the room before turning away from him and back to the pile of her things.
"Oh, stop trying to be funny and help me instead." Narcissa balled up a pink dress somewhat carelessly, and tossed it over her shoulder at Rabastan's general direction. It missed, and instead fluttered to the ground a distance away from him. "Start folding."
"And," She said, in a tone designed to mock his own serious one and his delivery; "There is something wrong with being unreasonably paranoid. It's simply not attractive."
Rabastan pulled out his wand and began enchanting the clothes to fold themselves neatly into her trunk.
"That better? And I'm not unreasonably paranoid. If I were, I would think people were poisoning me every time they offered me drinks. And I'm not talking about creating a hidden underground world to hide from them. I'm talking about being mildly prepared."
The dress he had been folding fell, and he gave an exasperated sigh and tried again.
"I'm not the one so fixated on packing to not go outside. You know, we should round up the snakes soon, have an end of the year... revelry. Summer's so long. You have any plans?"
"Oh, just do it properly." Narcissa snapped, cutting in to yank the suspended dress from where it was folding itself in mid-air. "You're not miscasting and ruining my things."
She was being short with him, Narcissa realised - packing always made her a bit testy. So she took a deep breath before turning back to face him, still folding a dress and resting the end product on the bed neatly. "Being midlly prepared is staying away from them and," She gave a wary glance around the room, as if expecting someone to peek up from underneath a silk gown. "Their type. What you're talking about is preparing them and studying them, as if they were an actual threat."
She rolled her eyes, but picked up another robe and folded it over instead of commenting. "Summer is not long enough, but yes, I've got plans for it. I'm thinking of spending some time abroad, maybe visit some people, throw a little get together. The usual. And yo-Oh, wait, are you referring to doing something for the end of the week? No."
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"You don't honestly use all this, do you? No, you do. This is... not packing. This is bloody reconstruction."
"And," he added before she could reply, "There's nothing wrong with taking things seriously."
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"Oh, stop trying to be funny and help me instead." Narcissa balled up a pink dress somewhat carelessly, and tossed it over her shoulder at Rabastan's general direction. It missed, and instead fluttered to the ground a distance away from him. "Start folding."
"And," She said, in a tone designed to mock his own serious one and his delivery; "There is something wrong with being unreasonably paranoid. It's simply not attractive."
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"That better? And I'm not unreasonably paranoid. If I were, I would think people were poisoning me every time they offered me drinks. And I'm not talking about creating a hidden underground world to hide from them. I'm talking about being mildly prepared."
The dress he had been folding fell, and he gave an exasperated sigh and tried again.
"I'm not the one so fixated on packing to not go outside. You know, we should round up the snakes soon, have an end of the year... revelry. Summer's so long. You have any plans?"
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She was being short with him, Narcissa realised - packing always made her a bit testy. So she took a deep breath before turning back to face him, still folding a dress and resting the end product on the bed neatly. "Being midlly prepared is staying away from them and," She gave a wary glance around the room, as if expecting someone to peek up from underneath a silk gown. "Their type. What you're talking about is preparing them and studying them, as if they were an actual threat."
She rolled her eyes, but picked up another robe and folded it over instead of commenting. "Summer is not long enough, but yes, I've got plans for it. I'm thinking of spending some time abroad, maybe visit some people, throw a little get together. The usual. And yo-Oh, wait, are you referring to doing something for the end of the week? No."
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