Chapter 7
Callie was milling around her house, rather depressed when there was a frantic knock on the door. She opened it, annoyed at this invasion of her sorrow, to find her friend and husband's Death Eater, Narcissa Malfoy, looking very upset and frustrated on her doorstep.
"Have you heard?" she asked, barging in the house. Callie sighed and closed the door. Narcissa got very agitated only for one reason. Draco.
"Mornin' Narcissa." She said sardonically.
Her guest was marching up and down in the living room, one hand on her hip, every now and then stopping to curse the pictures on the mantlepiece.
"I can't believe, I just can't…oh, Callie you've got to persuade the Dark Lord, somehow, come on you're his wife…DRACO'S TOO YOUNG!"
"Slow down, woman. I have no idea what you're talking about." Callie grabbed Narcissa and made her stand still, facing her. "Now speak."
She frowned. "Draco and your one, what's her name? Charlie, that's it, they have to stalk Potter! It's dangerous, he's ALWAYS surrounded by his stupid bodyguards, they take one look at Draco and he'll be killed, I'm sure…"
"W-w-wait. Charlie's going?" Callie was furious. "He CANNOT just take her away like this, she hasn't got any experience in these matters, my god, what is he thinking…"
"CALLIE! Come on, you've got to say something, he listens to you-"
"HA! Yeah, sure, right, we've become really close these past SEVENTEEN YEARS!" Callie held her head in her hands. "Oh no, Cissy, I can't stop him. He doesn't care about me anymore."
Narcissa blinked, then started howling. "Noo, you were my only hope, I can't ahndle this Callie, I wanted him to finish his education…"
Callie snorted. "What after the fiasco of last year? You're sons a known Death Eater now, Narcissa." She sighed. "We'll just have to hope for the best."
Narcissa scowled. "No good ever comes from that sentence."