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materfamilias[When the Forge begins to broadcast, there is no accidental audio, no strange string of letters as the user smashes an unpracticed hand across the keypad. The video activates to show a relatively well-groomed woman, possibly in her late thirties or early forties. She would be quite pretty, indeed, if not for the look of hauteur and barely-concealed distaste.
Narcissa will never admit to a living soul just how quickly she learned to use a piece of Muggle technology. It isn't a source of pride; in fact, it's quite humiliating, but alas, a necessary evil.
She hasn't quite reconciled that necessary evil with personal sentiment.
If it weren't for her sense of indignation at both her abduction and the necessity of Muggle rubbish, she might not be as collected as she seems now, a fact which is given credence by the details gone unnoticed at first glance. The faint shadows about her eyes. A leanness which is less fashionable and instead one borne of stress. The way the Forge shakes slightly if she doesn't hold it in both hands.
For all that, her tone is as cold as ice.]
I can only assume that my abductor is listening. Perhaps even that is too much to ask, if this is just some elaborate...prank.
[Distaste becomes blatant disgust with that last word.]
Obviously, you have no idea who I am or the severity of the mistake you've made.
[Perhaps it isn't threatening to be a Malfoy any longer, but this isn't just any Malfoy, after all.]
Narcissa will never admit to a living soul just how quickly she learned to use a piece of Muggle technology. It isn't a source of pride; in fact, it's quite humiliating, but alas, a necessary evil.
She hasn't quite reconciled that necessary evil with personal sentiment.
If it weren't for her sense of indignation at both her abduction and the necessity of Muggle rubbish, she might not be as collected as she seems now, a fact which is given credence by the details gone unnoticed at first glance. The faint shadows about her eyes. A leanness which is less fashionable and instead one borne of stress. The way the Forge shakes slightly if she doesn't hold it in both hands.
For all that, her tone is as cold as ice.]
I can only assume that my abductor is listening. Perhaps even that is too much to ask, if this is just some elaborate...prank.
[Distaste becomes blatant disgust with that last word.]
Obviously, you have no idea who I am or the severity of the mistake you've made.
[Perhaps it isn't threatening to be a Malfoy any longer, but this isn't just any Malfoy, after all.]
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Date: 2012-08-30 05:55 pm (UTC)I found myself in a strange room, hearing stranger tales of...alternate universes and Mist - [She holds up the pamphlet for emphasis.]
You tell me Draco was here, but I saw him only yesterday.
[She stops and forces herself to take a steadying breath.]
Please.
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Date: 2012-08-30 06:10 pm (UTC)Video
Date: 2012-08-30 06:32 pm (UTC)[She echoes the words disbelievingly, unable to fully grasp the idea that he has been in this place (the existence of which she doubts) for three months, when yes, she saw him yesterday.
Sinking down into one of the chairs at the table, she stares at the image of her husband, searching his appearance for evidence of his assertions.
It takes only a moment for sympathy to stir in her: she remembers quite vividly how a years' imprisonment affected him. Giving the benefit of the doubt at least to his belief that he has been in a wholly different world for three months, without hope of seeing his family again...yes, she feels pity for him.
Then again, perhaps he hasn't missed her at all. Perhaps this supposed separation has been a welcome thing.
Perhaps he isn't Lucius at all. He hasn't answered her, unseemly as it was to ask a security question of the man to whom she has been married for twenty years.]
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Date: 2012-08-30 07:08 pm (UTC)He sighs and smiles just a tiny bit, as if what ensues is something of a private joke between them.] Would you still remind me after all this time, what a personal triumph for you it had been to have me relent to Draco rather than Nicholas?
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Date: 2012-08-30 07:35 pm (UTC)It doesn't occur to her immediately that it might, in fact, be her presence, because it is unthinkable that he would be happy to see his wife stolen away to Anatole.
Whatever the case, her relief at his answer elicits a smile of her own, faint though it is.]
I would never gloat. It's dreadfully unbecoming.
[Here, her smile falters, then fades entirely.]
This is truly happening? I haven't...
[Gone mad?]
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Date: 2012-08-30 08:08 pm (UTC)It is quite real. Unfortunately. Although as far as I've heard, it has little effect on actual reality. In other words, it changes nothing about our lives in our own world.
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Date: 2012-08-30 08:17 pm (UTC)[It isn't chiding; she's simply musing to herself, speaking aloud to keep her distress at bay.
Suddenly, she meets his eyes as a thought occurs to her; now she is distressed.]
I don't -
[It wouldn't do to announce that over the Forge, though. She hesitates, then continues pointedly:]
I am at a disadvantage.
[A search of her person has turned up no evidence of a wand.]
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Date: 2012-08-30 08:57 pm (UTC)[Like she hasn't missed him these last three months.]
As soon as you become more familiar—
[He breaks off as he realises to what she's referring.]
It is not as much of an immediate concern as you may think.
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Date: 2012-08-30 09:24 pm (UTC)As well he should know, she thinks. Then again, these past few years have been...chaotic.
She isn't sure what's worse: longing for someone who has been forcibly ripped away to another world, or for someone who is only in the other room, but might as well be thousands of miles away.
The wand, then, is her focus for now. She doesn't like his response, but she trusts him; he has more of an understanding of this place than she.]
You mentioned Andromeda's child. [A beat.] Nymphadora. Is it only the three of us? Are there others?
[She almost doesn't want to know. There are some names she would prefer not to hear, starting with Bellatrix and ending with Voldemort.]
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Date: 2012-08-31 12:25 pm (UTC)I have adjusted this device so that we may speak freely without fear of being overheard on the network. [He pauses briefly.] Bella is here.
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Date: 2012-08-31 12:33 pm (UTC)More to the point, she's thinking about the fact that Bellatrix is dead - and so is Nymphadora, isn't she? Yes, Bellatrix killed her three days ago. Nymphadora and Bellatrix, Severus, Crabbe's boy and that dreadful Scabior, one of those Weasley twins - fifty people all told, all still being identified. People she knew. People she didn't know.
She doesn't feel anything. Draco and Lucius survived.
Except. Bellatrix is here, and so is Nymphadora, and now, so is Narcissa.]
Are we dead?
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Date: 2012-08-31 12:51 pm (UTC)Although [another pause] she is aware of our... duplicity. [And then, hurriedly-] No one has heard from her for quite some time, though. She disappeared into the Mist a few months ago, and with any luck, she won't come back.
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Date: 2012-08-31 01:13 pm (UTC)She does, of course, ponder the reference to her own duplicity as "ours"; she supposes it is, after a fashion. They are married, after all, and bound to share in all things until death did they part.
Funny, though. It's nice to have that small reassurance that her husband is her ally, after all.]
And...the Dark Lord...?
[Isn't here, she hopes.]