Post by Narcissa Malfoy on Sept 17, 2023 2:13:52 GMT
Tonks Residence
▶︎ Why don't we just pretend?
▶︎ Why don't we just pretend?
I just want it to be perfect
To believe it's all been worth the fight
Lies...
Don't wanna know, don't wanna know...
She couldn't be waiting at their stoop for long, people would question it.
It was her own fault, really, dropping by unannounced and hoping she had her sister's schedule right. But Narcissa couldn't slip this conversation into her usual visits with Andy, visits that Lucius knew about and would ask questions of when she'd returned home. She shared almost everything with him, likely more than he wanted to know, but there were some things that should be kept private - or kept private until they were more developed. And there was no need to panic him as well, if there was nothing, indeed, to panic about. Dora's situation at the end of the summer, while decidedly not resolved as Cissa had advised, had been an inadvertent wake-up call for herself.
Because what was going on that, without trying, Dora could become pregnant? While after four years, she and Lucius were still without? Nymphadora would be a Hogwarts graduate before they had their heir, if they continued on at this rate, and that certainly would not do. She couldn't very well go to St. Mungo's, that would cause much too much talk and concern, and a house call was out of the question. With any luck, her usual tricks of disguise would help her blend in here, in this neighborhood so far from home, and Andy would have advice and wisdom to ease her mind and heart and fears.
This call could have, and likely should have, come years ago. But it was no simple call to make, not when the fears of something being wrong only piled onto each other with the passing of time, and to know that coming here meant - possibly - her fears solidifying into truths from her sister's assessment? To know that, after today, what she had always imagined for her future may be impossible? That the dream of having their child, of growing their family, could be gone? She had almost everything, she knew she did. An adoring husband, a thriving family business, gold and influence to spare. But the Malfoys were expecting an heir, the Blacks needed one just as badly. Could that pressure have such an effect? Could it lessen? And if it couldn't, or if it was something else - would they be left looking to Regulus and Bronwyn to provide? They were children themselves!
That unacceptable thought high in mind and face hidden by a hat that was fashionable, yes, but not in her usual rotation, she scowled and rapped again at the door.
