"How we ended up like this?"
"Oh please Narcissa, don't start again…"
We were sitting in the living room, if you can call it "living" – it's just a room now, with no life – in front of the fireplace, in the last two armchairs left of all the furniture, me drinking and she reading.
" How Lucius, how?"
Her tone was a midway between pleading and disperate, with an hint of incredulity. This subject was one we already have argued about, between lovemaking and fighting.
" We could have had it all , even without him"
We were young, rich, powerful and happy. But she was thirsty of love….I was thirsty of power and the Dark Lord gave it to me.
" Look at us now: our house, our house is an headquarter for a monster, in which we don't believe in, in which we don't put our loyality. We are with him to survive!
Look at this room: it was our pride. Now it's just a useless room, full of nightmares, blood and wicked actions"
I was sittin there with my head down, looking at my glass and the way the liquor danced in it.
I could see her with the corner of my eye: she was looking at me, her face pallid and tired.
She was beautiful once: he took it from her.
I took a sip from the devil's cup: We are all paying the consequences now.
I put the glass on the floor – I told you: no furniture- turned towards her and took her hands in mine.
"We will find a way. We'll get out of all of this. And we will be happy again"
A small and sad smile appared on her face " But we will not be the same"
I kissed her hands and held them tighter " No one will be the same"