Nothing belongs to me.
XLII: Roots
There are many ways to express anger. But destroying flower gardens is not one of them.
Narcissa watched apprehensively as her husband wrenched her begonias from the earth, roots and all. He did this by hand, wand forgotten somewhere; Narcissa didn't even want to think of what the state of his nails would be after this ordeal.
"Lucius! Lucius!"
He ignored her calls and started towards the rose bushes.
"No!" gasped Narcissa. This simply would not do – the roses were her favorite. "Stop it, Lucius! No! Stop!" Her wand, too, was forgotten with her violent attempts to calm her husband.
"Lucius – " Narcissa panted, dragging him away from the flower beds. "Lucius!"
She stepped back, picking up her discarded wand. With a wave of it, the garden was restored, and at the sight of this, her husband heaved a mighty sob.
"Lucius, darling!" Narcissa closed her eyes. "I know you're angry, but this – this is a bit much."
Lucius sobered at once, but there was still a note of distress in his voice when he responded.
"Y-You can't possibly understand, C-Cissy!"
"I understand that you hate Arthur Weasley – but our son is marrying his daughter."
"After all I've taught him!"
"Lucius," Narcissa sighed, sinking down onto the ground next to her husband, "you can't change who Draco loves."
"Maybe a good beating – "
"You'll do no such thing!" Narcissa snapped, tossing her long blonde hair back. "You are going to owl your son back and congratulate him. Do you hear me, Lucius Malfoy?"
"Yeah, yeah. Alright!" he huffed, folding his arms. "I still can't believe it though."
"Good." she breathed, ignoring Lucius's last remark. "Now let's go inside, have a nice cup of tea. Doesn't that sound nice, darling? And afterwards, you can start writing Draco back.
Come on! Inside! Now."