"It is certainly not the way my ancestors would have went about gaining his submission," she replied easily. The Blacks, given the insanity that she was so thankful not to have manifested, had a bit more of a heavy hand than did the Malfoys. Perhaps she had learned something, over the years, from these conniving Malfoys.
She stood, then, allowing gravity to smooth the folds of her soft gray morning robes, precisely the same color as her husband's eyes. The quill was put back in its place, and the other letters were set neatly to the side, where a house elf would collect them, later, and owl them to various recipients. "Lucius," she murmured, tone changing and voice dropping to a soft little purr. When the politics of the day weren't an issue of survival, she found them terribly boring. "You left so early this morning, and I found myself quite bereft, when I awoke."
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Date: 2010-09-29 10:43 pm (UTC)She stood, then, allowing gravity to smooth the folds of her soft gray morning robes, precisely the same color as her husband's eyes. The quill was put back in its place, and the other letters were set neatly to the side, where a house elf would collect them, later, and owl them to various recipients. "Lucius," she murmured, tone changing and voice dropping to a soft little purr. When the politics of the day weren't an issue of survival, she found them terribly boring. "You left so early this morning, and I found myself quite bereft, when I awoke."