Perhaps they've both found a comfort point. Narcissa is perfectly content to use him as a pillow if he's going to keep playing with her hair, and his words draw forth the sleepiest smirk to ever grace her features.
"Only if you say no to the rain."
She waves her hand absently at the ceiling, where wisps of cloud begin to form, then dissipate, only to attempt to reform. She'll need her actual wand (or his, if he'll let her) to make it rain inside, but wanting to play in the downpour still lingers in her mind.
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Date: 2013-11-12 02:26 pm (UTC)"Only if you say no to the rain."
She waves her hand absently at the ceiling, where wisps of cloud begin to form, then dissipate, only to attempt to reform. She'll need her actual wand (or his, if he'll let her) to make it rain inside, but wanting to play in the downpour still lingers in her mind.