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Observations
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Narcissa Malfoy stood in her parlor, her wand held out as she rearranged the furniture around her. She loved her Manor dearly, it came second to only her family, but she could never seem to be happy with it. Whatever she did there was something she could've done better, something that needed to be changed or something else that she wanted.
Draco would often get in her way when she tried to alter the parlor, it's where he spent his time when he wasn't in his room, but tonight he hadn't emerged, and Narcissa was thankful for the silence. She could finally think.
She concentrated on levitating a circular glass end table across the room. Distantly she heard a girl's laughter, it registered in her mind that Pansy Parkinson must be visiting again.
This didn't come as a surprise, really. After all, she was practically a fourth house member. Narcissa wasn't bothered, even though Pansy possessed many traits that Narcissa turned her nose up at, she still didn't mind the girl, for some unfathomable reason.
Draco didn't mind her either, he spent much of his summers with her. Narcissa recalled that Pansy had been at the house almost every day this summer, and it was already August. She and Draco spent a lot of time together, Narcissa vaguely wondered if it was too much, after all they did seem to tire of each other rather quickly.
The way they talked to each other was sometimes cruel, they'd snap at each other till midnight before they both finally went to sleep. Draco often seemed exasperated with Pansy, and Pansy often seemed bored with Draco. But no matter how big the fight they'd had one day, they'd always be together the next, going at it again.
That wasn't all there was to their relationship though. Narcissa observed much more than that: The subtle way he'd brush her sleeve, the way they'd walk close without even realizing it. Lucius had introduced the pair when they were not a day over five years old, and it seemed the old friendship was becoming a much stronger bond.
Her normally cold son had a way of calming down the often frenzied girl, even when he was tossing insults at her from across the room. Their voices had a way of growing softer, their eyes less guarded when they spoke to one another. Narcissa wasn't oblivious to the glances they passed each other from across the dinner table; the old-fashioned way they communicated with nothing more than their eyes.
She could hear them now, Pansy's voice angry and Draco's laugh loud. The sound came from Draco's room, where they spent much of their time.
Narcissa looked at the old clock on the wall, the sky was dark and they were quickly falling deeper into what was sure to be a stormy night. Briefly, she considered telling Pansy to return home before it began to rain.
The girl would leave without a protest, thanking them, but her absence would leave Draco unhappy. He'd watch her go coldly, then proceed to sulk for the remainder of the night, he'd never dare admit that his mood would improve of Pansy were there, maybe not even to himself. But Narcissa saw the pattern, and she recognized the cause and effect.
She decided Pansy could stay a bit longer, perhaps while Draco was distracted she could finally rearrange the parlor.
fin.
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