That he does, his hands full of the fabric when they'd rather be somewhere else. He held up the dress as though he was afraid touching it too much might damage it somehow.
He glanced around for something, anything to hang it up with, finally locating a twist of wire that he can form into a makeshift hanger, and perch atop the open door.
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Date: 2013-10-13 04:02 am (UTC)He glanced around for something, anything to hang it up with, finally locating a twist of wire that he can form into a makeshift hanger, and perch atop the open door.
"Does...that feel better, Narcissa?"