Tuesday, January 17th ~ Evening
Narcissa had taken great care with her appearance. She hadn't been able to see her husband for ten years and now was not the time to appear lacking in any manner. He would have expected her to keep certain standards, which she had of course, but to have even one hair out of place would not do. Satisfied at last, Narcissa moved to put on the newest ermine cloak she'd received just the day before to cover the low bodice of her gown.
If we're left alone, then I'll take it off. Those creatures that call themselves guards might actually drool.
Hearing the last of the evening news program, her mouth lifted in a small smirk.
They had better stay unsubstituted if our solicitors want to continue to have our business. It would be rather difficult to get new clients from the grave.
Bypassing the family floo, she wrinkled her nose in distaste.
One of the things I've missed the most is having to use that disgusting thing. At least when he gets out, I won't have to do that any longer.
Picking up the Portkey that had been provided, Narcissa rolled her eyes as she felt the familiar pulling sensation.
Not that these crude things are much better.