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RSVP [Oct. 28th, 2004|02:11 pm]
Narcissa Malfoy
To the esteemed Lady and Mr Tormod MacDougal,

We are pleased to inform you that Mr Lucius Malfoy, Wife and Son shall be in attendance.
Our warmest regards to your daughter.

Sincerely Yours,

Mr Lucius Malfoy, Wife and Son


(PS In response to your thoughtful inquiry, Vanora, I am behooved to mention that my husband has an adverse reaction to onion. My son lacks allergies of any sort.)
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The Current State of Affairs. [Oct. 7th, 2004|03:48 pm]
Narcissa Malfoy
[Current Mood |Wonderfully optimistic]

I have not felt this optimistic in years. It's enough to make one feel girlish again. Draco seems to be making a full recovery from a recent bout of sudden mysterious illness. I hesitate to suggest that it was a curse placed upon him, but it had the indications. There is no shortage of people who might suspect a profit or personal satisfaction could be had from cursing my husband's son, either. I have nothing to say to any one of them, except that they are jealous, petty, and ultimately failures. After nearly a year of doubt ... of painful turmoil, I can say without any doubt that my son has returned to me. He is where he belongs. Where he has always belonged.

Perhaps -- dare I suggest it -- perhaps this is a new turning point for our family. It is difficult to feel any of the crushing despair that was not long ago skulking just beyond the boundaries of our property, stalking us like a predator in our hour of vulnerability. That was when our family was divided and seemed so lost to me. Now that we are made whole, I can only feel the warmth of a new day dawning around us.
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((Private)) [Aug. 26th, 2004|11:17 pm]
Narcissa Malfoy
[Current Mood |determined]

I do feel a pang of guilt, doing this to my own son, but it is simply too late to start again. I am sure that, one day, he will come to understand. It was a choice I made. Perhaps I was wrong to pour all of my affection and resources into the raising of one son, but I simply did not have the heart to divide it. Even for security. He has gone wrong. Consorting with Mudbloods and traitors. He has lied when confronted with it, showing that his actions are calculated, disrespectful .... So be it. No mind is as calculating as mine, nor can any be as cruel when scorned. Draco has scorned his own mother, and he may pay the price for it. I feel guilt, as any parent must when punishing her heart, but it shall not stop me from doing what must be done.
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((Private.)) [Jun. 10th, 2004|08:27 am]
Narcissa Malfoy
[Current Mood |determined]

I love Draco. He's my son. My only son. It was my mother who taught me that however much you might love someone, they will always be but a hair's breadth away from turning on you. Lucius's worth as a father has proven questionable. My own parenting skills amounted to very little more. The boy is still tragically flawed. How tragically remains to be seen. The bug will show us what we need to know, and if it becomes clear that our only hope is to alter the boy's mind, so be it. I hate to put him through such a thing, especially at the hands of Lucius and anyone who would still associate with him, however I cannot allow my only son to slip through my fingers like water. Like time. What did I do to deserve this? I did only what I knew to be best for him.
Would that I could start over ... but they assured me that the spell is permanent. Irreversible. Has that word ever been a comfort to me? My life is irreversible. Yet, it is no matter. We are Malfoys. We shall do what needs to be done to preserve our name. I can be unflinching even at the risk of my child. It is how I, myself, was raised.
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Lucius. ((Spell-locked.)) [May. 3rd, 2004|02:33 pm]
Narcissa Malfoy
[Current Mood |bitchy]

Darling,

It seems that your son is not pursuing his goal with as much enthusiasm as we had hoped. Perhaps it is time for you to step in, as it were, and have another talk with him. I cannot help but notice that the last one was not terribly effective. Please, do see what you can do.

Your loving wife
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Amour Propre. [Feb. 8th, 2004|01:31 pm]
Narcissa Malfoy
[Current Mood |contemplative]
[Current Music |Midnight at the Carnivale (Phrygian mode)]

I have grown increasingly proud of my son for deciding to reap the benefits of employment tastefully, with a fitting position. Responsibility has treated him quite well, and his demeanor has brightened. I had not seen such a light in his eyes in some time, and it does my heart good. As a reward, I have arranged something of a treat for Valentine's. It has been entirely too long since I have played at being a proper hostess, and have found myself with another chance at it, now that Draco has accepted his role in formality. I have taken the liberty to invite Ms Parkinson to dinner. Now, I must plan the evening for them. Nothing too stuffy, as they are still very young, but elegant nonetheless.
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(no subject) [Dec. 15th, 2003|08:19 pm]
Narcissa Malfoy
[Current Mood |Not amused.]

Lucius, Darling ... I'm afraid we must have a talk about our son.
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((Private.)) [Oct. 21st, 2003|09:46 pm]
Narcissa Malfoy
[Current Mood |Unimpressed.]

He's telling me to do something about the boy. Idiot. As if I could. I raised the boy. I don't dictate his entire life. And I can hardly blame him for wanting to part ways with us. Pity I cannot join him. Lucius fails to see that he himself is probably at fault. The man's indecent. He's squandering what wealth we have on saving our reputation. His reputation. My reputation is beyond questioning. If only he had stayed in prison. I could have remained untouched by the Ministry out of sheer sympathy, and lived my life with some semblance of peace. My darling Draco would still be home, and wouldn't have been chased off to that filth-ridden city. Not that I blame Draco. He wanted to get as far from his father as possible. It's Lucius's fault that our son is living in a seedy environment surrounded by bad influence. Reading Muggle literature! I admit that I, too, was curious in my youth as to what they could possibly be writing ... but to flaunt the books out on shelves for anyone to see? Shameless! You'd think he'd at least bother to hide them from his own mother ...

Lucius drove him to that. I know it. And he asks me why the boy left. Why the boy won't take a wife. A wealthy wife. Merlin knows we need the money. The ties. We're selling the property in France, now, leaving us without a vacation home. It will just be me and Lucius in this house for the rest of our lives. Until death.

However, Draco won't marry. And it's because of Lucius, of course. He's loathe to pass on the name of a man like Lucius Malfoy. A gutless worm who hasn't the decency to even do so little as to die valiantly for his family's sake. Then we'd be taken care of. No, no. He gambles. He tortures the help. He plays the doting golden goose to that disgusting Minister... And he moans about what a failure his son is. Our son may have been right to leave while he could. Although, I don't know how permanent his leaving will be. What money he had must be going quickly, and Lucius has nearly spent what inheritance he'd hope to get.

I, myself, am tied to Lucius. Inextricably bound by laws of state. I cannot leave, even during the times when I hate him. I can only pray that death comes before the fortune is entirely gone, as I refuse to live in squalor.
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Indeed. [Aug. 13th, 2003|08:55 pm]
Narcissa Malfoy
[Current Mood |Unimpressed.]
[Current Music |Flight of the Augureys - Tobias Marx]

As both my darling husband and my precious son have obtained one of these paltry imitation-Muggle devices, I imagine that it is my duty as loving wife and doting mother to follow suit, as it were. To date, I must say I am entirely unimpressed. I see no reason that I should give a daily account of my life to an unintelligent, unremarkable glass screen; so do not be expecting me to be writing on this very often. I do have better things to do with my time.

There is little doubt, if you are reading this, that you have already read my husband's writings, and therefore there should be no need for me to go into the recent throng of visitors that we have been having. A few of whom I have found to be actually quite charming. Of course, I have always had something of a soft spot in my soul for lost causes of a particular nature. Now that the visits have subsided, I find myself able to devote more of my time to helping my dearest Draco to prepare for a well-earned holiday in Paris. I was very tempted to go, myself; it seems to have been far too long since I have had the opportunity to practise the language in its native country. However, I do realise that it is very much time for my darling son to be allowed his own autonomy. He is, after all, nearly eighteen, and a mother cannot remain as close to her child as she would like forever.
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