King of Fools
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Chapter 11
Question after question ran through her head.
Why did he feel the need to lock her in her room?
Was Narcissa more important than her?
Was she just a toy for him to impregnate?
Did he even care for her?
Did she mean so little?
Did he even...love her?
A tear ran down her cheek at such thoughts. She backed away from the door and walked into the bathroom where she drew herself a hot bath. She undressed and slid into the scalding water. She took up a sponge and began to wash herself. As tear after tear rolled down her cheeks.
Pandora stepped out of the bath and wrapped a towel around her body. Wiping the tears from her eyes she walked over to the bathroom mirror and looked into it. Her eyes were swollen and red from crying, and her cheeks were red as well from where she had been rubbing them. Her hair was tangled and dripping water onto the floor below her. She frowned at her appearance, as tears welled up in her eyes again. She shook her head and wiped her eyes furiously. She would cry no more, she could not let him get to her. She could not. She frowned and looked at herself in the mirror again. She tapped her head and watched as her hair dried and piled on the top of her head, her face dried and makeup applied itself to her face. She looked as though she had never been crying. She walked into the main bedroom, and then to her closet and began to rummage through her clothes. She picked out a pair of dark wash skinny jeans, dark brown winter boots, and a light gray sweater. She pulled on a light jacket and walked to the window again.
She did not see any sign of anyone, minus one of the many house elves Lucius had, the little elf was weeding the flower garden next to a small bird fountain. It made Pandora smile weakly as a few little bids landed on the elves head before flying off. She looked around the area again, hoping for a glance of Lucius, before she turned her attention back to her room. She walked over to her bed and sat down, picking up a book she found on her dresser, she opened to random page and began to read. (Romeo and Juliet)
Lady Capulet.
What say you? can you love the gentleman?
This night you shall behold him at our feast;
Read o'er the volume of young Paris' face,
And find delight writ there with beauty's pen;
Examine every married lineament,
And see how one another lends content;
And what obscur'd in this fair volume lies Find written in the margent of his eyes.
This precious book of love, this unbound lover,
To beautify him, only lacks a cover:
The fish lives in the sea; and 'tis much pride For fair without the fair within to hide:
That book in many's eyes doth share the glory,
That in gold clasps locks in the golden story;
So shall you share all that he doth possess,
By having him, making yourself no less.
Nurse.
No less! nay, bigger; women grow by men
Lady Capulet.
Speak briefly, can you like of Paris' love?
Juliet.
I'll look to like, if looking liking move:
But no more deep will I endart mine eye Than your consent gives strength to make it fly.
Tap. Tap. Pandora looked up briefly passing the light tapping sound as something of her imagination before she began reading again. It was only a few more seconds before she heard it again. Tap. Tap. Tap. She looked at the window and her eyes widened, a small black owl with icy blue eyes, a peice of parchment was attached to its leg. She dropped the book she had been reading and ran to the window. The tiny owl looked as though it would fit in the palm of her hand. She made it halfway to the window before the window opened and a strong gush of wind blew through, knocked Pandora backwards and into the ground.
She cried out as she hit the ground. Her head hit the floor first before the rest of her body. She groaned and laid still for a moment before she tried to sit up. When she finally sat up she rubbed the back of her head and groaned. She had hit hard. She looked up when a dark shadow covered her. Before she could open her mouth to scream for help, her world went black.
Lucius stopped at the edge of the forest that surrounded the outer edge of his manor. Something was not right. He could feel it.
"Lucius?" Narcissa asked as she and Draco waited for Lucius to follow them into the forest, so he could take them to the appiriation point.
"Orange!" Lucius called ignoring Narcissia. Orange appeared with a pop and bowed to her master.
"You called for Orange?"
"Escort Narcissa and Draco to the appiriation point. Do it quickly." Lucius ordered before he started a brisk walk back to the manor.
"Lucius?" Narcissa scowled. Lucius kept up his pace, never acknowledging her nor slowing his pace.
"This was Missus Black, Young Master Malfoy." Orange said as she led them away. Narcissa the whole time looking back and occasionally calling for Lucius until he was out of site.
Lucius, as soon as he was out of the sight of Narcissa and Draco he took off running. He reached the manor in mere minutes and was astonished at what he saw. The doors of the manor had been blown to piece's, and the windows all shattered as if there had come a storm while he had been gone. That was not possible though. He ran into the manor, what he saw shocked him most of all. The house elves were being chased by knives forks and spoons. Charmed dishes and furniture threw themselves at the walls, making loud exploding sounds as they knocked themselves into piece's. The floor was rattling, and threatened to rip from the base boards. The lights had already exploded, and most of the house was already destroyed. The stairs looked like they were about to cave in on themselves, and the supports looked to be on their last limbs.
'Pandora.' Was the only thought that came to Lucius' head as he finally came out of his dazed stupor. He ran up the crumbling stairs, and narrowly avoided the flying knives and forks as he ran. He finally made it to their room, he was surprised when he found the door was still in tact. He put his hand on the door knob, after saying the unlocking spell, and opened it, before striding in. The room was as how it had been that morning, except that the window was wide open and still in tact, and a single, solitary, pure black feather lay stark against the royal blue covers.
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