Up In Smoke
The house was empty, a slight glow from the evening sky drifting in through the windows as she sat alone in the parlor. Her heart ached. Her pale blue eyes were closed, fighting the sting of tears as they trickled through light blonde lashes. She had never felt such a great void. Her thoughts raced, fumbling over themselves in a desperate attempt to escape the recesses of her mind. She had never felt so angry. The rage bubbled in her chest, so intense it felt as though it might burn through her, heart and soul.
She stood, wrapping her evening gown tighter around her slender frame. She crossed the room to the antique roll-top desk. She grabbed one of the many blank rolls of parchment, an inkwell and her favorite eagle feather quill.
She needed to get the words out… she needed to let her emotions go.
She quickly dipped her quill in the ink and began to write. The words flowed from her like water from a fall, roaring down her arms and splashing onto the page. The ink smeared with her tears and the rush of her hands. The words battled to escape; grappling and stomping over one another as they raced from her head to the tips of her fingers.
She sat there, writing, as the sun dipped below the horizon, golden hues giving way to cool pinks and purples. The moon making its ascent, its gentle beams caressing her hair and making it gleam as she leaned over the parchment.
With ever twist of the quill and loop of blood red ink her heart grew lighter. She inhaled deeply, blinking away the last of her tears as she dropped the quill and stoppered the ink. She reached up with shaking fingers and wiped at her tired, puffy eyes. Thank goodness she was alone; she couldn't bear the thought of someone seeing her like this.
Her eyes skimmed over the parchment and the words she had so desperately needed to say but, had no other way. She knew he would never see the letter… there was no post permitted in or out of Azkaban but, the mere act of writing down her feelings, her hostility, had brought her peace. She never would have dared say the words that had escaped her to her husband but, knowing they were finally out, out of her head, out of her heart, made her feel whole.
She rose from her seat at the desk, rolling the parchment up and tying it with a string. She wished she could send it to him… that it was allowed… that she had the nerve.
Instead she crossed the room once more and knelt before the fireplace. She drew her wand from the pocket of her silk even gown and pointed it at the hearth. In an instant bright flames danced, bringing light to the dark room. She inhaled deeply, the heat of the flames licked her tear stained cheeks as she inched closer.
She looked once more at the rolled up parchment before tossing it into the flames. She knelt, motionless, as the flames licked the parchment and all of her animosity went up in smoke.
For The In One for the September Fic Exchange. I hope you like it. Also for the Musical Competitoin, Sweeney Todd, Johanna Barker - Write about Narcissa Malfoy
Disclaimer –don't own it
Word Count – 535
