#narcissa3

Cygnus had found his two oldest daughters, and had informed them that their presence would be required for dinner tomorrow in his chambers. He would have to find Narcissa now, to inform her of the same. He had avoided his youngest daughter since he had been informed of Druella’s fate, but he steeled himself and forced his feet to walk in the direction he knew her to be.

She had given him the Prefect routes yesterday, so that he could find the mudblood Tonks, but it had also allowed him to find her tonight. Rounds were just beginning, and she was on the first shift near the top of the castle, so he headed to the sixth floor to await her arrival. He didn’t have to wait long to see her blonde hair step around the corner in his direction.

His breath caught in his throat. She looked just like Druella, and the sight pained him. The color of her hair, the arrangement of her facial features. Even the way she moved. He could see his late, cold, and beautiful wife in all of her. It was for this reason that he had avoided her. He wasn’t able to stop the strange, emotion filled look from crossing his face, but he didn’t dwell too much over this. This was Narcissa after all, his darling daffodil. She would forgive him of such a display. “Narcissa,” He called, a strange, almost sad looking expression on his face. “Would you be welcome to my company on your walk?” He asked, arching an eyebrow. The question was for show, since she had no ability to refuse him.