Lucius had been awake for less than a minute before he realized Narcissa was not in the bed with him, and it took him over five to realize she was not in the room with him either. Then, he yawned, stretched, and was halfway through pulling off his pyjamas when the panic struck him.
Running down the hallway of the château in only his pyjama pants was not what Lucius wanted to do first thing in the morning, but when his wife was missing, it meant drastic measures..until, suddenly, he heard her voice issuing from the parlor.
"...I've no idea. Where should we take Lucius and Draco? Have you any suggestions Auntie?"
Lucius perked up and was struck with the most brilliant idea. Without much thought, he sauntered into the parlor whereupon Lady Gamp looked up and looked down again in distaste and Narcissa coloured quickly.
"Lucius! Go put on some clothes!" Narcissa whisper-screamed.
"Lady Gamp, may I suggest we go see the Parc Naturel Loire-Anjou-Touraine? We can take the route slowly...maybe stop by some special places?" Lucius looked at her imploringly.
Lady Gamp did not look up.
"Well, Narcissa sweetie, we could always go to Nantes?"
"It has been a while since I've been in Nantes..."
"No!" Lucius exclaimed quickly. "How about somewhere more like Tours?"
"...Or we could go up to Rennes?" Lady Gamp continued, not seeming to pay him any mind.
"But Lady Gamp! Don't you think Poitiers would be very exciting?"
"I don't look for exciting things in my old age, you half-dressed hooligan," Lady Gamp said calmly. "I've always loved Château Gontier. What do you say, Narcissa dear?"
"No, no, no! That's in the opposite direction!" Lucius burst out.
Narcissa furrowed her brows.
"From what?"
"...Nothing."
"Go put on some clothes," Narcissa sighed.
Lucius, defeated, walked out but not before seeing Lady Gamp pull a face at him. He let out a noise of frustration and stuck out his tongue before storming off.
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"Minerva! I haven't seen you for ages!"
Minerva stopped and smiled nervously as Professor Sprout approached, hands full of potted plants.
"How are you?" Professor Sprout continued, oblivious to Minerva's tense smile.
"Well. And you?"
"Oh, fantastic! Only last week, I was at Hogsmeade with that boy Longbottom--he's a lovely one, isn't he?--and I ran into Newt Scamander and his wife! On the last week before final exams! Can you believe it? I've a portrait of him in the common room--truly an inspiration to all! But anyway, his wife--"
"Look, Pomona, that's wonderful, but I've really got to go."
"Oh! No, of course! I--yes! I'm sure being the temporary Headmistress is stressful!"
"Thank you!" Minerva patted her colleague's shoulder to reassure her and readjusted the book hidden under her robes. "Just got some things to take care of."
Then, without sparing another glance back, she hurried to Dumbledore's old office and nodded curtly at the paintings. Standing in front of the fireplace, she looked again at the address she clutched in her hand before stepping into the green flames.
Nicolas Flamel
51 Rue de Montmorency
75003 Paris
France
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Lucius had given up. He was now being dragged out of the house to apparate the family to Paris to visit an old friend of Auntie Hesper's. He was less than thrilled, to say the least.
"Come on, father! Think positively! I've not been to Paris yet!" Draco tried to console him.
"Yes, well, sitting with whoever your great great aunt Hesper's friend is, was not how I intended to introduce you to Paris, Draco."
"I'm sure they're wonderful?" Draco offered.
"LUCIUS!" Narcissa called from the courtyard.
"YES, DARLING! WE'RE ON OUR WAY!" Lucius responded as he ran down the grand staircase, Draco following in his footsteps.
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Sweet Revenge
FanfictionA smile twisted onto his lips. "Oh but darling brother....you expect me to be so merciful..." On that fateful night of Halloween, Dumbledore makes a fatal mistake; the wrong boy-who-lived is named. Soon after, Harry James Potter was thrown in Azkaba...
