I have been trying to find more since you wrote this, but it's difficult to find some of just your mother. It used to be the three of us, a lot, and more so in photographs.
I have to admit, I laughed. This could be an early sign of a sense of humour, no?
Lucius and I were raised on the same rhetorics: blood can be diluted until the magic in it is gone, and the muggle-led witch burnings were a nearly successful genocide. Lucius and I are also both very much capable of performing a flame-freezing spell, and yet the idea of witches and wizards actually dying, as opposed to faking their deaths and disappearing in large numbers, persists over the factual truth. This is about the trust we had in our parents, pride, dignity, honour. He can't believe he followed all the 'rules' and yet lost them all. He knows he only lived because I lied, and yet, I lied. I would like to say that time can fix this, but there are no promises to be made.
His attention is mostly on the peacocks, perhaps that is his idea of peace.
What Draco needs is a set of parents who have become disillusioned by the idea of a perfect pureblood society some seventeen years ago. I don't think anyone can give him that, so in lieu, I am trying to steel him. Thank you for the offer – I let him know, and while he looked confused, it got something of a nod out of him. Perhaps this is all it took, already.
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I have to admit, I laughed. This could be an early sign of a sense of humour, no?
Lucius and I were raised on the same rhetorics: blood can be diluted until the magic in it is gone, and the muggle-led witch burnings were a nearly successful genocide. Lucius and I are also both very much capable of performing a flame-freezing spell, and yet the idea of witches and wizards actually dying, as opposed to faking their deaths and disappearing in large numbers, persists over the factual truth. This is about the trust we had in our parents, pride, dignity, honour. He can't believe he followed all the 'rules' and yet lost them all. He knows he only lived because I lied, and yet, I lied. I would like to say that time can fix this, but there are no promises to be made.
His attention is mostly on the peacocks, perhaps that is his idea of peace.
What Draco needs is a set of parents who have become disillusioned by the idea of a perfect pureblood society some seventeen years ago. I don't think anyone can give him that, so in lieu, I am trying to steel him. Thank you for the offer – I let him know, and while he looked confused, it got something of a nod out of him. Perhaps this is all it took, already.
I wish so, too. So much has been lost.
Narcissa