For the Drabble Game Challenge, Rodcissa, fallen leaves, requested by Lamia
"I always loved autumn," Narcissa says, her feet crunching against the fallen leaves and leaving red and orange confetti in her wake. "The colors, the crisp air. It's beautiful."
Rodolphus grins. "Oh, yes. Very romantic. Everything starts to die, and soon we'll all freeze," he says.
With a roll of her eyes, Narcissa shoves him playfully. "Of course you would take something poetic and ruin it," she accuses.
Rodolphus wraps his arms around her, pulling her close. "If you love it, Narcissa, then I love it," he whispers.
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Rodolphus sits in his cell. It should be autumn now. The leaves have undoubtedly started falling.
He wonders if Lucius walks with Narcissa through the fallen leaves, if he would take a moment to love something simply because his wife loves it.
Rodolphus leans his head against the cold stone, his eyes closing. He would give anything to see the leaves fall again.