Wednesday, August 2, Afternoon
Sitting on the veranda, Lucius called the elf back to him, picking up the plate of scones the creature had set there moments before and chucking it back at him. "These have been baked to death," he said coldly, wondering if it wasn't time to weed out the creatures. "Return with fresh ones before your Mistress arrives."
The elf had barely disappeared when Lucius saw Narcissa exiting through the French doors. Rising to his feet, he stepped over to greet her with a brush of lips against her cheek. The pass few days were certainly reminiscent of their first week together when they were newly married and he found it more relaxing than he dared admit.