"It was an accident," he decides, stabbing keys. "It will be an accident." At some indeterminate date, apparently; he's not drunk yet, and even when he gets there, as he is so speedily heading, he doesn't have the motivation to seek Evan out in this state. "Now I'm going to message Narcissa."
In an unusually cunning tactic, he opens his message to Narcissa with How are you, which neither discloses his burgeoning inebriation nor his true motives, yet will probably not fail to alarm her.
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In an unusually cunning tactic, he opens his message to Narcissa with How are you, which neither discloses his burgeoning inebriation nor his true motives, yet will probably not fail to alarm her.