"Draco, us that smell of whiskey coming from you?" she looks at her son.

"Kylie, be nice to your brother" she sighs

"Kylie..." she sighs again. "When did you become such a teenager?"

"And which one is it this time?" she crosses her arms.

Narcissa wanders on TL, deep in thoughts. "There is something alluring in @IAmL_Voldemort but I can't quite understand what," she thinks quietly under her breath.

She walks in the corridors of the Malfoy Manor. The witch hasn't seen her husband for a while but neither has her gaze stopped at @IAmL_Voldemort. She wonders if those two situations are connected.

"What you call darkness, I call an act of freedom."

She walks to the TL. "I heard a rumours that Dolohov is back."

She lights up a cigarette and laughs. "Typical Sunday. No one seems to be about. All lurking in the shadows."

"No, not you!" she laughs and holds a cigarette away from her. "How's my favourite baby been?" she smiles to the girl.

"Hmm... I think I saw my teenage daughter also here somewhere."

"Good, that's what you have to always remember." She puts her cigarette out. "Do you play well with your brother and sisters?"

#SeductiveSunday for my bloody husband who's never around so why do I even bother anymore. Damn this, someone fetch me a drink.

She squats down to be on the eye level with her daughter. "Who hasn't been nice to you?" she frowns. Who dared to sadden her little princess?!

Narcissa sighs frustrated and pours herself a glass of wine. "You all want to lurk, that's fine." She sips her drink.

"The roses, they rise again after this cold winter." She walks in the garden.