Man is an animal which, alone among the animals, refuses to be satisfied by the fulfillment of animal desires. ~Alexander A. Bogomoletz
Saturday, July 29, Wee hours of the morning



"I think that went rather well considering the company," Lucius remarked with a smirk as they entered the elegant bedchamber, the lamps flaring on with their entrance.

The room was as he remembered, a bedroom fit for the Master and Mistress of the estate. She'd redecorated at some point yet the ambiance was the same.

Turning to Narcissa, he took her hand, bringing it to his lips. "Our son has fared well. That I must give you credit for and my thanks, my dear."