It was raining again, and the owl that arrived with his request was moody, preening soggy feathers as she removed its message. Opting to leave it in the care of a house elf rather than send it back out right away, Narcissa went upstairs to gather her coat. Her parents didn't mind what she did with her time that hadn't already been spoken for by their own plans for her, so she felt no need to tell them where she was going, provided she didn't stay too long, and she Apparates directly out of her room and into the corridor outside his apartment.
Her long hair is secured in a chignon, the collar on her coat turned up against the chill in the autumn air, and she knocks sharply on his door.
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Date: 2013-09-30 03:38 am (UTC)Her long hair is secured in a chignon, the collar on her coat turned up against the chill in the autumn air, and she knocks sharply on his door.