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[alt_narcissa]

Draco seems to be settling in well at school. I wasn't worried, per se... but he can be such a sensitive child. I'm glad he has Harry, they've always been such good chums.

St Mungo's has asked that I chair a fundraising committee for a new wing specifically dedicated to the care and rehabilitation of those who have been injured in the service of our Lord Protector. Some of you should expect a visit from me this week; I need volunteers.



Reg?

I've missed you.

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[alt_regulus]

You'll not get a volunteer out of me. You know I can't stomach the place.

[alt_narcissa]

I don't want you to volunteer, you silly thing.

I would like to see you though. Are you... well?

[alt_regulus]

As well as can be expected, living amongst muggles for eleven years. Perhaps a bit of egg on my face considering it was an exercise in futility... But certainly looking better than ever. Wouldn't you agree?

[alt_narcissa]

You know I would never begrudge you a compliment. You're looking as handsome as you ever were, although perhaps a touch older. It must be the stress of living as a Muggle.

Are you going to come back?

[alt_regulus]

That is the question isn't it? Hiding is clearly futile, and so I have been languishing here, awaiting my punishment for three days. Nothing comes. Your husband says our Lord is eager to reconcile.

I am skeptical.

And what of my apology? "I was a coward, my Lord," or, "I was weak, my Lord." Awful choices for last words really.

[alt_narcissa]

Tell Him the truth. He might appreciate your candour.

Besides, Reg - if He wanted you gone then you would be gone. Obviously our Lord knows where to find you and probably has for years. He has His reasons for keeping you, although I cannot possibly imagine what they are.

I wouldn't ask you to return if I truly believed your life was in danger.

Although... perhaps I should come to you.

[alt_regulus]

No need.

I will come to you. Soon.

[alt_narcissa]

I'll have the tower rooms aired out for you.

[alt_lucius]

Nicely done, darling. Good show.

But I have bad news, I'm afraid: I'm detained in London on Ministry business. I shall be late returning tonight, if at all -- do convey my apologies to your supper guests.