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Lucius was sitting in a café in magical France. He had a lot of thoughts running in his mind. The cup was still full and the spoon was dancing by itself inside of it. He was absorbed in his thoughts that he didn't notice the lady at the piano looking at him. He didn't even notice when she walked towards him and stood in front of him.
-there is nothing that can't be resolved with a cup of coffee- she said with a smile.
He looked at her trying to understand what she meant. He looked at the beautiful smile she was giving him and smiled her back.
-may I sit with you? - she asked grabbing the chair.
-of course if you want to, although I don't think I will be a kind companion. - he said
She sat down next to him. She didn't say anything and waited for him to say anything. He didn't say anything. He kept looking at the cup of coffee without drinking it. Then she said
You know, sometimes you need to take out of your chest what you're carrying to have a rest. I´ve seen you for a while. That spoon is actually tired of dance all around the cup.
well – he said while smiling – I didn't realize the spoon was complaining about its only job
it didn't. but it seems – she winked – so, do you feel like telling me what's going on?
I don't think so. I don't want to bore you with my problems. Besides, I don't even know you.
Sometimes you need someone you don't know to listen and don't say anything- she grabbed his hand while he looked at her.
She was a beautiful young woman. Not as young as Tabitha but younger than Narcissa. His Narcissa. He smiled at her when he felt his eyes filling with tears.
Thank you very much for your kind words, but I'm still not ready to talk.
You're welcome. And whenever you feel like talking, you can find me here. I'm Rosanne Whitman.
Lucius Malfoy. You don't have a French name.
That's because I'm American. Very pleasant to meet you Lucius. – she said while smiling and turning back to walk away from him.
He kept looking at her until she disappeared behind a door. He took money from his pocket and dissaparated.
Narcissa was combing her hair in front of her mirror. She was getting ready to go to bed. She kept thinking about her date with David. He was a very handsome and nice man. A little bit nervous and kind. He was nothing like Lucius. "oh Merlin, when am I going to stop thinking about Lucius?" she thought. She didn't want to compare them but it was so hard! Everything was so difficult! She walked out of her bedroom to the office to grab a new book. She walked outside of Draco´s bedroom. She missed him so much even more in those times. But Draco had already told her that he needed to make his own home for his little family. That manor was so big without anyone else but her. She thought about his lost son and how big he would be now. 10 years old blonde guy running on those aisles mischeaving and smiling. Maybe Andy was right. She needed company. She might spend more time at the association with her sister.
There was something about that girl Hanna that remembered herself in the past. Maybe she could spend more time with her.
A few weeks later, Draco was passing all over his office thinking how to reach his father. He knew he had been rough on him the last time they spoke for real and that he may be needing alone time, but there had been almost a month and now he was worried.
He had sent owls and patronus without an answer. He was really worried something had happened to him. He walked to Charlie's office.
Charlie was looking at some papers, ready to throw them away. Everything after Lucius' getaway had been difficult, because he was the only one to know how to direct that company. Draco was an excellent companion but he was still very young but willing to learn. Draco knocked on the door and got in. Charlie smiled at him and invited him to sit. He looked sad and had been like that since a while ago. He knew he missed his father and wished he could do something to help him.
Charlie, I need your help with something – he started – I don't know how to reach father and I don't know what else I can do. Please, help me think what should I do. Two heads think better than just one.
Well, I've been thinking about it too. What if you tell your mother to send him an owl. Maybe he would answer her.
His mother. How couldn't he think about her? Of course he would answer her! After his mother told him about the last letter Lucius had sent her and knew she could make him to come back so he could talk to him and said how he regretted all the things he said.