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"All hail the Dark Lord," the crowd of Death Eaters chorused solemnly.
"You may be seated," said Voldemort, lounging indolently back in his throne-like seat. "I have called this meeting to discuss the rising threat of the Order of the Phoenix..."
Lucius sighed, tugging at a loose thread of his black robe, bored. It wasn't that Voldemort wasn't interesting, he just wasn't...interesting, Lucius thought. It was always, Order of the Phoenix this, Order of the Phoenix that; what had happened to a good old fashioned let's go slaughter some muggle-born scum speech? He sighed again, with more feeling, earning himself a few irritated looks.
A small, lily-white hand slipped into his, stilling his fingers, which had begun to unravel his sleeve without his noticing.
"You seem irritated tonight, love," Narcissa murmured quietly.
Lucius sighed for the third time: a deep, anguished sigh of pure, soul-wrenching anguish. Narcissa raised an eyebrow.
"It's nothing," Lucius assured her, looking tragic. Narcissa rolled her eyes--quietly, considering mentioning his dramatics last time had ended in more than a few slammed doors. Then, a wicked idea sauntered into mind wearing a slinky red dress and a feather boa.
"I know what will cheer you up, my darling," she said, injecting as much sincerity into her voice as she could. Lucius looked up with something that looked like desperate hope. Narcissa took gleeful pleasure in maliciously stamping on it with her stilletos on. "I'm pregnant."
After a moment of still shock, Lucius' face drained of color and he fainted straight away.
"Oh my," Narcissa murmured, slightly concerned.
***
Heee. ♥
"All hail the Dark Lord," the crowd of Death Eaters chorused solemnly.
"You may be seated," said Voldemort, lounging indolently back in his throne-like seat. "I have called this meeting to discuss the rising threat of the Order of the Phoenix..."
Lucius sighed, tugging at a loose thread of his black robe, bored. It wasn't that Voldemort wasn't interesting, he just wasn't...interesting, Lucius thought. It was always, Order of the Phoenix this, Order of the Phoenix that; what had happened to a good old fashioned let's go slaughter some muggle-born scum speech? He sighed again, with more feeling, earning himself a few irritated looks.
A small, lily-white hand slipped into his, stilling his fingers, which had begun to unravel his sleeve without his noticing.
"You seem irritated tonight, love," Narcissa murmured quietly.
Lucius sighed for the third time: a deep, anguished sigh of pure, soul-wrenching anguish. Narcissa raised an eyebrow.
"It's nothing," Lucius assured her, looking tragic. Narcissa rolled her eyes--quietly, considering mentioning his dramatics last time had ended in more than a few slammed doors. Then, a wicked idea sauntered into mind wearing a slinky red dress and a feather boa.
"I know what will cheer you up, my darling," she said, injecting as much sincerity into her voice as she could. Lucius looked up with something that looked like desperate hope. Narcissa took gleeful pleasure in maliciously stamping on it with her stilletos on. "I'm pregnant."
After a moment of still shock, Lucius' face drained of color and he fainted straight away.
"Oh my," Narcissa murmured, slightly concerned.
***
"The poor dear," Pomfrey tutted to herself, mixing a small amount of mint into a pain tonic for her favorite patient. She glanced over at the small, curled figure of Remus Lupin carefully tucked under a heaping pile of blanket, eyes warm with guarded affection.
"Pads, no," the boy croaked from his bed, clearly still asleep, and thrashed around under his covers.
Pomfrey frowned. It was no use for him to get excited in his fragile state; she didn't approve of it. And those friends of his were nothing but trouble, coming up at all hours of the night with strange injuries and new and inventive ways to create them. But, she thought slowly as she made her way to the fireplace, maybe he would feel better for a little friendly comfort.
Later, when Pomfrey looked in on the scene of Sirius Black and James Potter sprawled haphazardly against Remus Lupin in the small hospital bed, all three of them with their messy heads on the same pillow and small, mischievious grins on their faces, she knew she'd made the right decision. Quietly, she closed the curtain and made her way back to her office for some tea.
No need to wake the poor things, after all.
"Pads, no," the boy croaked from his bed, clearly still asleep, and thrashed around under his covers.
Pomfrey frowned. It was no use for him to get excited in his fragile state; she didn't approve of it. And those friends of his were nothing but trouble, coming up at all hours of the night with strange injuries and new and inventive ways to create them. But, she thought slowly as she made her way to the fireplace, maybe he would feel better for a little friendly comfort.
Later, when Pomfrey looked in on the scene of Sirius Black and James Potter sprawled haphazardly against Remus Lupin in the small hospital bed, all three of them with their messy heads on the same pillow and small, mischievious grins on their faces, she knew she'd made the right decision. Quietly, she closed the curtain and made her way back to her office for some tea.
No need to wake the poor things, after all.
Heee. ♥
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