AT LAST AND SO SORRY FOR THE LATE ;___;
The Daily Prophet barely made a sound as Narcissa set it softly on the nightstand table; although, admittedly, she did read it for the society page, it wasn't as if she never glanced over the larger headlines and somber stories that seemed to dominate the news nowadays. It was always good for a lady to at least have some semblance of what was going on in the world. The start of an extremely rare smile was evident by the tilt of the corners of her mouth, transforming an otherwise cold visage, the effects of which was almost reminiscant of the sun coming out on extremely chilly day. Her husband--and her son--brought out the best in her, people said, and she believed that fact to be true.
Narcissa patted the space in the almost ostentatiously large bed next to her before folding her hands sedately on her lap. However, a swift frown came over her face at his last remark. "I wouldn't past her either." She shook her head, light hair shuddering across her shoulders. "She wouldn't dare," she said tartly. "Remember what happened when she tried to let Draco play with an ashwinder? I'm waiting until she has children of her own that she can lavish such attention and care to." Narcissa was extremely close to Bellatrix, it was true. It was also true that Bella took a sincere liking to her nephew, but that didn't mean that she approved of the way her eldest sister showed affection towards her son, whom she was fiercely protective about.
"Tell me about your day, my love." She leaned back towards large pillows fluffed to her exact specfications by that lazy and good-for-nothing house elf Dobby. "Anything new?"
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