Characters Allowed: Narcissa, Lucius, anyone with GOOD reason.
I sit at table near the back of The Three Broomsticks, staring out the window at the autumn street. He's meeting me here and I don't know how I feel about it. I mean, on one hand, he's my betrothed. On the other hand, he's mean. But it is very important that I am not like my sisters...Sister. Bellatrix constantly complains about her marriage. It's important to never complain about anything that is supposed to be done. I frown. I'm chewing on my thumbnail. I quickly file the now-ragged edge as Lucius Malfoy walks in the door.