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#10—Arithmancy
Narcissa wasn't paying attention to what the professor was saying. She was using her newfound knowledge of Arithmancy to determine just how compatible her and Lucius were but the numbers weren't adding up. No matter how they were put together and which aspect of the chart she used, it kept saying that her and Lucius repelled like the poles.
She stole a glance in Lucius's direction and saw him; head propped on his hand, eyes shut and mouth gaping. It was nice to know that she wasn't the only one not paying attention. But at least she was being discrete.
#42—Portraits
All he wanted was a moment of peace and quiet but the portraits wouldn't oblige. It was Narcissa's incessant nagging that kept the paintings up in the study. Lucius felt it was oxymoronic to keep things of such racket in a place that's supposed to be quiet but she wouldn't bend. And neither would the unbreakable sticking charms on the frames.
"Will you shut up? This is [Imy[/I study and I want it quiet!"
"There's no reason to yell. We're not yelling—"
"Honestly, if you wanted us to be quiet, you just had to ask nicely—"
"Honesty—"
#72—Vex
Lucius sat in his chair, fists clenched, mumbling under his breath and sneering at nothing. Narcissa was somewhat worried.
"Darling, you look vexed. What's wrong?"
"Vexed? Vexed? Do I look vexed, Narcissa? You want to know why? Because Potter stepped far beyond the line of reasonableness, that's why you half-dead twit. If you haven't noticed, we're lacking a servant. The dishes are piling up."
"Then we'll get a new one. Losing Dobby isn't the end of the world."
"But I don't want a new one. He's been in my family for generations and that arrogant little boy set him free."
#94—Allergic
"I want a cat."
"We can't get a cat, Lucius. You know that. I'm deathly allergic to them."
"All the more reason to get one," he smirked.
"So you want me dead, is it? I'm sure my parents would love to hear that anecdote."
"Please, Narcissa. As if it's such a surprise. You no longer on this planet would be euphoric for me."
"How would you feel if I was plotting your death on a daily basis?"
"Ecstatic. Are you? It would be such a release."
"Do you ever take me seriously?"
"Are you ginger?"
"Funny."
"So about that cat…"
#12—Charms
The class was scattered about the room, practicing Accio in this particular Charms lesson and only a handful of people were able to get the charm right.
Narcissa watched as Lucius practiced the spell and was able to make not only his book but his chair zoom towards him. She was having difficulty with her own book and hoped that Lucius would notice her and offer to help her out.
Well, she succeeded in attracting his attention when the book she was summoning flew out of her control and straight into Lucius's head, dropping him dead weight to the floor.
#43—Headmaster
"Lucius, do you really think you should be doing that now? It's late as it is. Why don't you wait until morning?"
"The Headmaster is still awake. In fact, he's out roaming the grounds as we speak. The sooner I serve him with this order of suspension, the sooner he can be dragged out of Hogwarts. Whatever is loose in that school is doing it justice. Dumbledore will only get in its way."
"Why do I even bother? You don't listen to a word I say anyway."
"You know, I ask myself that question every day. Why do you bother?"
#73—Warn
"My Lord, please. Not Draco. Lucius's faults are his own. Leave Draco out of this."
"Your groveling will do nothing, Narcissa. Besides, Draco willingly accepted the task. He, unlike you, understand that someone must pay for his father's mistakes. And since he isn't here to do that, Draco will have to take his place."
"But My Lord, do you honestly believe that Draco has the ability to kill Dumbledore? He's weaker than I."
"I warn you, Narcissa. Don't you dare question my judgment. Don't think I have nothing planned for you too. Guilty by association, the way I see it."
#95—Snowball
Lucius was hit on the side of the head by something cold and wet. He stood in shock for a moment before wiping the debris from his face. He looked in the direction it came from and another connected with his torso. Lucius looked up and saw Narcissa readying herself to pelt him with another snowball. Lucius sneered and reached for his wand. He whipped it out and aimed it at Narcissa.
"Cruc—"
"No!"
Lucius was tackled by Crabbe and Goyle trying to wrestle his wand away.
"She's not worth Azkaban."
"Not for snow."
Lucius sneered and admitted defeat.
#15—Room
"Narcissa, how many times do I have to tell you, there isn't any room in our bedroom for that bureau. You've got every inch of perimeter occupied with something. I feel claustrophobic in my own bed."
"Then we'll just have to put it somewhere else, won't we? How about the lounge?"
"How tacky is it to have to retrieve clothes from the lounge?"
"What about one of the spare bedrooms?"
"I'll tell you where to put that bureau."
"Excuse me?"
"Nothing. Wherever you decide to put it is where it stays. I really don't care."
"Your input would be appreciated."
#45—Torch
Lucius donned his Death Eater garb and prepared himself. It had been a long time since he'd tortured muggles and he was looking forward to it. He lit a torch and passed it along to one of the other Death Eaters. He couldn't actively participate and light the way simultaneously.
"What are Draco and I supposed to do while you're off muggle-bashing?"
"Stay out of the way. Unless you want to join us."
"I hate muggles as much as the next pureblood but Lucius, the Dark Lord isn't even among us. What's the point then?"
"Shows how much you know."
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