Inside a huge mansion, a tall, white-blonde woman sat in a chair by a huge bay window. She gazed out on the grounds of her house. She sighed, and glanced down at the fledgling peacock in her lap. She stroked the top of the bird's head, and the little bird closed its pink eyes.
"Narcissa?" The woman looked up, and she spotted her husband at the door to the room where she was sitting. Lucius looked concerned. "Are you all right, dear?" He came over to her.
She looked away from her husband. "If you think that having my only son in his army is all right, then, yes, I perfectly all right." Her blue eyes flashed resentfully.
Lucius sighed, and sat down on the armrest of her chair. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder. "It'll be alright, Cissy…"
Narcissa stood up, shrugging off Lucius' arm. "You don't understand, Lucius!" she snapped, whirling around and glaring at him. "You trust the Dark Lord. I don't!" The baby peacock cheeped a protest.
Lucius gaped at her, shocked that she would raise her voice to him, and that she said she didn't trust Voldemort. "What…?"
Narcissa started to pace in front of him, her blue eyes furious. "And, I still don't understand your reasoning behind trusting the man who wants to kill our son!" she snarled, turning on Lucius.
"I've told you-"
"You've told me Bella's reasoning behind it, not yours!" Narcissa snapped. "I need to know why you still trust him!" She rubbed her left forearm absentmindedly.
Lucius stared at Narcissa, unable to speak. "I-I-"
"You what?" Narcissa stood in front of him, her hands resting on her hips. "Tell me, Lucius! Give me your reason why you trust him, and then help enlighten me!" She stared into his gray eyes.
Lucius could only stare. He had no idea what to say.
Narcissa rolled her eyes, and then glanced at the forgotten baby peacock in her hands. "Sorry, Pavo," she murmured, and she set him on the ground. Pavo waddled away. She glared at her husband. "Well, then if you can't answer that question, then answer this one: Give me one good reason why I shouldn't leave you."
At this, Lucius stood up, his eyes blazing. "It's not my fault that you pleaded with Him to put Draco into the Death-Eaters so that I could get pardoned!" he growled.
Narcissa ground her teeth. "It wasn't my fault that he persuaded me to do that!" she snapped, her own eyes blazing with rage. "it was your fault, however, that you got caught and landed yourself in the trouble you're in now! You-" She didn't finish, because Lucius stalked up to her and slapped her across the face.
"SHUT UP!" he screamed at her. "SHUT THE FUCK UP!"
Narcissa reeled away from him, her hand to her cheek, and her eyes brimming with tears. But, they were also gleaming with an unknown emotion. "You'll regret that, Lucius. Mark my words, you'll wish you'd never have done that!" And with that, she whipped around and ran out of the room.