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Post by Narcissa Malfoy on Oct 19, 2008 22:29:38 GMT 1
Narcissa had been asleep all day, finally she woke and just in time it seemed to be ready for this stupid dinner. After a long shower to make her self feel a little fresher than she had before, and to hopefully make her eyes a little less red.
She started to get ready by slipping on her underwear and silk stockings, then started on her make up and hair. Once that was completed, she was able to slip on her black satin dress.
Cissa was just fixing her pearls necklace and diamond earrings in place, when she heard the front door opening and closing.
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Post by Lucius Abraxas Malfoy on Oct 29, 2008 15:46:48 GMT 1
Renfield Spook found himself looking about the expanse of the foyer as he stood next to the front door. The house elf had given him permission to wait within the confines of the marble and exquisite artwork while it went to fetch the mistress of the manor. Nervously Spook worked his short pudgy fingers over the black felt brim of his bowler hat.
This type of home and aristocratic wizards always made the short portly man apprehensive. Dressed in a black pinstriped suit with a silver grey ascot around his neck Spook knew he would never be in the same class as the renowned Malfoys‘. He looked down at the highly polished black patient leather shoes upon his feet. Spook knew the Malfoys’ wore the same lacquered hard glossy surface in their demeanor, now he had doubts about his coming unto their fold wanting payment for damages.
Spook ran a hand over his balding head feeling the dampness of his own perspiration. With the same hand, he dipped into his pant pocket and pulled out a white cotton handkerchief. Wiping his brow and the bald crown of his head thinking it unwise for a man of his timid nature to be asking the Malfoys’ for anything, they ate his kind for dessert.
From outside the master bedroom came the pitter pat of bare feet on the polished hardwood floor. Stopping at the large white bedroom door of Master Lucius and Mistress Narcissa, Dobby swallowed hard and raised his small hand to the wood letting white knuckles give a quick sounding rap on the door.
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Post by Narcissa Malfoy on Oct 30, 2008 12:29:00 GMT 1
Narcissa knew that rap instantly, rolling her eyes as she continued to fix her self up. She called an answer before the dumb house elf decided to beat it's self up again, it had most likely beaten it's self once already today. "ENTER! You better have a damn good reason for this, I said I was not to be interrupted until Lucius returned."
As she finally finished getting ready, she stood, foot tapping looking at the elf waiting for it to talk. Her arms crossed as it stuttered out a soft reply, she was getting annoyed now. "Spit it out you silly thing, and in a volume that I can hear. I am not a bloody mind reader, what has made you break my order?"
Dobby bowed low, his long ears touching the floor. "Dobby is sorry Mistress, Dobby will punish himself for breaking your orders but a Mr Renfield Spook has arrived down stairs. He is asking for either you or Master Lucius."
"Fine, I will see him now before Lucius gets home. Now get!" Narcissa walked out of their bedroom, her high black heels clicking on the wooden floor as she made her way down the stairs. She stopped half way looking down on the balding man, he reeked of a lower class than the Blacks or the Malfoys.
Slowly and with all the class that was in her blood, Narcissa walked down more of the stairs until she was just above the man, looking down. "What can I do for you Mr Renfield Spook? Talk now before my husband returns home and you have to deal with him, because I do warn you. I am the friendlier of the three Malfoy's in this house at the moment, and if you annoy me to much you will pay."
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Post by Lucius Abraxas Malfoy on Nov 1, 2008 1:21:40 GMT 1
Renfield looked at his watch with a bit of impatience; he wished one of the Malfoys’ would show soon. As he waited a fly flew from the solarium into the foyer, the drumming of wings caught Spooks’ attention. The buzz grew louder as the fly circled his head. He was so caught up in the fly that Renfield did not hear the click-a-tee-clack of spike heals over wood. His eyes locked on the fly as it buzzed in front of his face. A hand obviously quicker than the fly snatched out and plucked the fly from the air. Yellow teeth flashed when his lips pulled back in a gruesome smile of success while Renfield stared at the black bug between his index finger and thumb.
His red wet tongue flicked out quickly to moisten his lips, as they parted Renfield delicately placed the fly in his mouth then licked his lips and fingers. He moaned his pleasure at the delicacy. Shocked out of the enjoyment when Narcissa spoke Renfield looked up at her standing on the staircase with his beady black eyes. Shock immediately turned to suspicion, as he looked the blond from head to toe. This was not the same blond female that came to Mr. Malfoys’ rescue. Renfield didn’t want to talk to just anyone in the household after all he was there to collect on the debt for damages to his store in Diagon Alley.
Renfield bent slightly at the waist as best he could in a bow. “I mean no disrespect, I am needing to talk with the wife of Mr. Malfoy…….Mr. Lucius Malfoy. Or himself if he is feeling able.”
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Post by Narcissa Malfoy on Nov 1, 2008 2:10:51 GMT 1
The patience of Narcissa had just flown out of the window while she watched the balding man and his horrible habits, but when he talked, she became angry. "You vile filthy man. I AM NARCISSA MALFOY, WIFE OF LUCIUS MALFOY. What business do you have with myself or my husband? and no you can not talk to him because he is not home at the moment, answer me damn it or I will hex you and then have you thrown from my house."
She stepped down to stand in front of him, her hands resting on her hips. One now holding her wand, which she had pulled from a hidden pocket in her dress. Today was not a good day to get on her bad side, because she most likely would end up killing someone. The worst thing was, she would most likely enjoy it because it would mean someone would feel some of what she was feeling.
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Post by Lucius Abraxas Malfoy on Nov 4, 2008 5:46:29 GMT 1
When Narcissa stalked toward Renfield with wand in hand, he shook and became more fretful. His fingers working agitatedly over the brim of his bowler. Renfield took a step back and bowed as apologies ushered from his mouth. “I……I am……sorry. It’s just……..well………he left with……whom I thought was……his wife. And you’re…..not her……I mean……she’s not you. You know…..to bring him home……care for his wounds.” Then as if a dawning revelation struck Renfield continued. “Mayhap she took him to St. Mungo’s…..he was hurt……bad……awful bad. Blood and all…….glass too.”
He did a nervous swallow and continued. “That is why I’ve come. Their fight…..Mr. Malfoy owes for damages to my store.” Looking at Mrs. Malfoy and her state, Renfield was having second thoughts about asking for compensation. He speculated perhaps it was the other woman that set her off more than Mr. Malfoy fighting.
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Post by Narcissa Malfoy on Nov 4, 2008 9:55:20 GMT 1
Narcissa stood up straighter, the blood in her vains starting to boil with anger toward Lucius, the strange female and Mr Renfield. She gripped her wand tighter, and glared; after a deep breath she looked back at the man. "What did this woman look like? Did he happen to say her name at any time? Who was he fighting with?"
Her voice was ice cold, so he left her on the day that they lost their child and go to one of his whores did he, well he might just find she wasn't home to go to this stupid dinner. Her mind was working over time, she really was not happy to hear any of this; especially from this vile male. She understood now why this man was here, and he didn't even have to say the reason. Pacing back and forth, she rolled her wand and chewed her lip in anger and frustration.
"How much is the damage worth Mr Renfield? I will pay this time, but mark my word; if you return to this house asking for more payment, your shop will close and your life won't be worth living. I also give you a warning, tell any one of what you saw or heard during and after this fight that Lucius was in, and I will not hesitate to do what I warned before."
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Post by Lucius Abraxas Malfoy on Nov 8, 2008 5:57:30 GMT 1
Renfield didn’t know what made him more fretful her grip on the wand she held or her inquisition. Swallowing hard Renfield took her questions one at a time and thoroughly thought over the answers before speaking them. “She was about Mr. Malfoy’s age, blond and slightly taller than you.” Raising a hand from his hat Renfield wiped the beads of sweat that now lined his brow. Nervous, his voice noticeably quivered with the next answers. “No. No names mentioned that I heard. He fought with Mr. Potter and might I say Mr. Malfoy lost the fight.”
Narcissa paced back and forth in front of Renfield, he had no choice but to keep his beady black eyes stuck to her. He watched her demeanor change right in front of his eyes, anger rolled off of her in waves. When she asked how much he wanted Renfield verbally stumbled over his words. “Oh….no. No Ma’am. I ask only for the cost of damages, 120 galleons…..no more. Ma’am my lips are sealed what we talked about stays here……won’t cross that threshold…..no Ma’am. You have my word.”
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Post by Narcissa Malfoy on Nov 9, 2008 0:30:39 GMT 1
Narcissa gritted her teeth together, she had a feeling just who this female was. They had been fighting over Lucius since Hogwarts, she was not going to give up on their marriage just yet. She paced a little more as Renfield tried to talk, she most be scaring him or something.
When he said the amount she walked away from the vile man, in to Lucius's office and over to her small vault. In there she kept her gold and things she wanted to keep private, though there was very little of the last.
She placed the galleons into a small materal bag, walking back out to the entrance hall. Her heels clicking hard on the marbel, she threw the bag at the man not able to bring herself to move to close the man. "There is 120 galleons there, if I see you any were near my husband trying to get money from him as well. You will be in trouble because no one blackmails the Malfoy's or the Blacks."
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Post by Lucius Abraxas Malfoy on Nov 11, 2008 6:55:46 GMT 1
Renfield’s voice fell silent after he gave his word that nothing of this evenings transactions would leave the Manor. However she still paced and all Renfield could do was watch Narcissa, that was until she left him to go into the Study. Renfield thought at first that Mrs. Malfoy would not honor his request of the 120 galleons until he heard her rummage in the office. Even though she was behind walls, he could not see her actions however, Renfield knew the sound of a safe vault being closed.
With a slight smirk he stood patiently until Mrs. Malfoy returned, throwing a cloth bag at him. He caught the bag of coin to his chest and gave a slight bow. Renfield gave a nod of his head in acknowledgement of her threat against blackmail. As he tucked the coin purse into the inside breast pocket of his coat Renfield pulled out a wand. He held it out hilt end to Narcissa, “Mr. Malfoy left this behind when Potter disarmed him.”
After handing over Lucius Malfoy's wand, Renfield turned and opened the door. He bid Mrs. Malfoy a good evening and left, pulling the door shut behind him.
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Dobby walked into the foyer with a slip of parchment in his hand. “Mistress this owl just arrived.” He held the parchment up for Narcissa to take.
Lucius,
Sorry to hear you wife has taken ill. Hope she is better soon.
I thoroughly understand your cancellation.
We will reschedule for another evening.
Cornelius Fudge [/font][/size] After Narcissa took the parchment from Dobby the house elf turned to leave the room, muttering as he left. “Dobby will now see to his punishment.” [/size]
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Post by Narcissa Malfoy on Nov 12, 2008 12:29:03 GMT 1
Narcissa watched as Renfield pulled out a wand, then after hearing and seeing that it was Lucius's took it, running her manicured nails over the wood as the man walked away. After reading the note from Cornelius, all she felt like doing was smashing that fine piece of timber.
She stormed upstairs again, once in the bedroom she changed into something more comfortable. Then sat at the dresser, playing with the wand, trying to work out how she was going to approch this. She far she had worked out that yelling was not going to work, she could hand the wand back calmly or just leave.
Problem was if she left, then there would be no where for her to go. Bellatrix wouldn't have her and either would her parents, because she hadn't done the right thing for a pureblood. She rested the wand tipdown on the dresser spinning it, an idea formed; Lucius didn't have the code for her safe vault, maybe she would make him pay for being with another woman by hiding it from him.
Narcissa was having second and third thoughts about her idea by the time she reached the study, standing she looked at where the vaults where. As much as she was mad at Lucius, she couldn't punish him because in one way he might have done this because of her. Slowly she opened the family vault, placing the item in there instead.
She felt dead, first from everything that had happened at Hogwarts kept hunting her. Then with every thing that had happened today, she didn't want to continue. How was she going to keep her marriage if she couldn't give Lucius the heir he wanted, she knew he was only with her because of the arrangement that was made. Narcissa sank into a arm chair, and that was where she spent the next hour; staring out at the dark night until she fell asleep for half an hour.
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