Written For:
- Day 22 of 366 Days of Writing Challenge: Cut
- February Event: Teamwork Exercise: (emotion/feeling) Optimistic, (dialogue) "You're late." / "You're stunning." / "You're forgiven."
- Word Prompt Express: cut
Warnings: Drug Use
Pairings/Characters: Walburga/Orion
Word Count: 367
Snowflakes
You snort it like a champ, like the winter we're not in.
Walburga sat in front of her dressing table, staring at her wrinkled reflection. The last seventeen years, as well as the stresses of her eldest son, had aged her beyond her years. She was only in her mid-thirties (or so she had been telling everyone for the last seven years), but she felt as though she was nigh on sixty.
Tonight was the first date night that she and Orion had been on since before Regulus was born, and she wasn't feeling very optimistic that he night would go well. Frankly, she couldn't be bothered—she normally spent her evenings in the drawing room, getting through a large bottle of red wine until she fell asleep on the couch. She would always wake up in her own bed, however. Orion would never let her spend the whole night on the sofa.
She just needed a little buzz to get through the night. Something to make her feel young again, and remind Orion of the wonderful wife she could be. With bated breath, she reached into the back of the dressing table drawer and grabbed a small, plastic bag that was filled with white powder. Her lips pressed together at the sight of it, and she dropped it in front of her on the table.
Orion's razor blades were kept in the drawer too, and she snatched one up and used it to slice open the tiny bag and shake a small measurement out onto the table. She then used the razor to cut up the cocaine into a line, then threw it into the bin.
After bending over to inhale the line through her nostril, she stood up and brushed herself down, before rushing out of the bedroom.
Orion stood at the bottom of the stairwell, looking divine in his finest dress suit. "You're late," he observed, and Walburga beckoned her cheek towards him so that he could kiss it.
"Well, you're stunning," she murmured, eyeing him up and down. He smiled.
"You're forgiven," he replied, and used his thumb to wipe a fleck of white powder away from her upper lip. "Now lets go."
