please sir, may I have some more?

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Who:Narcissa, other Narcissa, Lucius, older Lucius?, Rodolphus, Bellatrix?, and anyone who meets Narcissa on the way
What: Sucking up her pride and learning to cook
Where: The Malfoy townhouse, and the streets between her home in Syriac Well and theirs in Sobek Croix
When: Some. Time. >>
Notes: None?
Warnings: None of those, either.

Despite having repairs to her kitchen completed to the point that it is functional once more, Narcissa is unwilling to tempt fate further with her efforts to feed herself something other than sandwiches. Gathering her slightly tattered pride around her like a mantle, she covers it with her cloak; the weather is cooling, and twilight is not a time of day to be out and about without an extra layer, especially when one is not entirely sure of the distance one is to travel.

Apparating would have been a sensible choice, but two things were preventing her, other than her own nausea brought on by that mode of transportation - she's never been to the townhouse, although the address is branded in her mind, and she's not clear on how well Apparation will work, here. Splinching is uncomfortable, and worse when no one is trained to put you back together again. As one who avoids discomfort where possible (unless, as is the case with these cooking lessons, her pride gets in the way), Narcissa is content enough to walk.

It's not as though anything will happen to her on these streets, she's in a very good neighbourhood.

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[byrightsinhell]

"Hello, darling," Lucius says, easily. "I ran into Narcissa as I was coming home from the Guild Hall. I expect you'll want me out from underfoot, unless you've plans to have me fetch and carry?"

Lucius is always and unconsciously more at ease in his wife's company. That said, having both Narcissas in the same place at the same time is still very odd, and it's taking a bit of navigating.

[pridegoesbefore.livejournal.com]

Given the way she left things at home, hearing Lucius greet his wife with easy fondness goes a long way towards lifting a little of the guilt she feels, and her smile relaxes into something much more natural.

"I've come with nothing specific in mind," she offers quietly, "so I leave that decision up to you."

It's not easy to address her with her own name, so she forgoes it for now. They can work that out soon enough.

[vanities]

Narcissa touches Lucius's wrist with her fingertips, familiar but not terribly demonstrative with an audience; she uses the gesture to give him a little push toward the stairs just a moment later. "Shoo, Lucius," she says, pleasantly casual, "we'll manage. I need to talk to you about the lobbying, later."

Her incipient political career can wait, though, she's put the afternoon aside for these cooking lessons.

[byrightsinhell]

"Noted. I'll be in my study, if you think of anything you need." He gives the younger Narcissa an encouraging smile before departing and leaving them to it.