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draco was barely a couple weeks fast asleep in the blondes arms completely unaware of how over the top his own parents ( specifically lucius ) had gone with the toys and anything his little heart could ever desire. the initial sight of it had left her completely shocked, in awe of the perfectly painted room being completely flooded with bears and books and anything either of them could have thought of. admiring the one bear that was hers rather than intended for the new born in her arms, narcissa couldn't help but smile over at her husband fighting back a small laugh. " darling, i believe you really outdid yourself. did you buy the whole store? " she was not complaining, it was only a little surprising to see him so overbearingly sweet reminding her of when they first married. maybe she was still a little too over emotional but she loved them both so much. “ i’m sure he’ll love everything, “

“ better it’s you, than them, “ he says, clouded eyes never averting from the baby, who is currently gripping evan’s finger, about as tightly as evan suspects he can muster. he’s watching draco with shallow interest ( not quite invested enough to care ), and keeps half an eye on his father. an insincere smile plays on his lips, and he wiggles his finger loose. “ i suspect that a lestrange child would be... something else. “

“ you’re quite generous with your taste in gift baskets, mr malfoy,” she says, heels clicking against the floor as she walks across the living room of the mansion ( definitively invited herself over, BUT had the common sense to wait for someone to let her inside ). though unfortunately, rita only trades in one currency. SECRETS. money and material things mean little to her, if there are secrets and lies to be uncovered. that’s not to say that she doesn’t appreciate the BRIBES ( and shiny things ), but it’s not her... currency of choice. “ i take it you liked my piece on your st mungos fundraiser? “ she says, leaning herself against the wall, arms crossing against her chest. an eyebrow raising in query. seemingly expecting something in return. for some reason... her quill seems to be dipped in honey rather than venom, when it comes to lucius malfoy. everything she writes puts him in a favorable light, making him look like the saint that she very much suspects that he isn’t. too bad she doesn’t have the morals, or the ethics, to care. “for next week’s issue, i want a full page interview about you and your son. my readers love a family man.” and she also wants dirt on the lestranges, but she hardly thinks that she can LEAD a conversation with that. 

P.S.  Rodolphus and I will be coming over for tea on Sunday, so I hope young Draco will be around.

“ i’m just saying that SOMEONE fucked up that mission, and it wasn’t me, “ she says, eyes blinking slowly at him, the look on her face jarring. something far beyond cruel mirrored in a hollow gaze as she watches him, measuring, evaluating. somehow always finding new things wrong with him, the longer she looks. a small step is taken in his direction, tongue running over her lips, her stance wide, imposing. she sets her jaw, tilting her chin upwards slightly, her wizard nobility showing in the regal angle. “ even your son could have pulled that one off. so what the fuck went wrong? “ she draws a breath, a hiss leaving her lips. “ tell me ! “

[ 11:42 AM ] bellatrix >>> lucius : send me a picture of what you will be wearing for the wedding tomorrow. would be awful if we showed up wearing matching outfits again.

[ 08:12 AM ] bellatrix >>> lucius : should hope that you’re planning ahead, lucy. [ 08:13 AM ] bellatrix >>> lucius : it would be inappropriate if my godson wasn’t given exactly what he deserves, wouldn’t it? lyra will kick his ass enough already, only fair they’re on the same playing field. [ 08:15 AM ] bellatrix >>> lucius : so let’s talk private schools.