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“Oh Cissa, just put some bleach in his shampoo when he comes home - it’s hardly the world collapsing in on itself that he’s decided to turn his back on the blonde. Perhaps it is a sign that he is thoroughly fed up with Malfoy ways - a few weeks with us wouldn’t push him to that,” Bellatrix offered unhelpfully. “And precisely how many pillows does he have at home, hm? Seven, eight? Men don’t need eight pillows. Oh, let me guess, Lucius needs eight pillows. Narcissa, I have welcomed you into our home time and time again - don’t you dare call this a slum.”

“If Draco wished to go home, he is more than welcome to. I think he rather likes it here.”

“It’s a sign of youthful rebellion and we won’t have it. He has nothing to rebel against.” She had seen this behavior play out in her youth, watched her sister and cousin turn their back on everyone just for some idolized freedom. That wouldn’t be happening to her son. “I’m so sorry his choice to sleep comfortably bothers you so. Not everyone is content with the wooden boards, coffins – Is it a bed of nails you and Rolf spend your nights cuddling on?” With a pout upon her lips, Narcissa gazed around at the decor that had never been to her taste. “Hovel then. Shanty. And I don’t see how he could.”

Her insults paused for a moment. “I know you’re looking after him.” She wouldn’t have agreed to this if she thought Bella wouldn’t.  “I appreciate all that you’re doing for him.” Preventing Draco from following down a path outside of their control. “I just want him home.”

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Bellatrix quirked her eyebrow in amusement. “If your son wants to be in cages, that’s no business of mine. You have to let the young make their own choices sometimes, Cissa.” Rolling her eyes at her sister’s insistence, Bellatrix led Narcissa up towards the guest room currently occupied by Draco. “Two lovely plump pillows. I’m sure if he wanted more, or blankets, or anything he would ask Shanks. He is a grown man, Narcissa. And this is hardly the slums.”

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“Honestly, Bella. After I told Lucius you wouldn’t allow any harm to come to him and then I see what you let him do to his hair.” She sniffed. “Two? Only two? I didn’t realize education included a denial of basic comforts.” Catching up to Bellatrix, Narcissa fell into step beside her. “He’s hardly grown. To expect him to have all his needs met with one elf spread between the four of you. Slums would be a compliment.”

“It’s your responsibility to watch him. You’ve taken that on now that you’ve stolen my only child away from me.”

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Who: Bellatrix & @nvmalfoy  Where: Lestrange Manor

“No, Cissa, I don’t know where your son is,” Bellatrix said over her shoulder, leading her sister through the entrance hall into the main parlour. “He’s not five, he’s perfectly entitled to come and go as he pleases. You can check the basement, if you’d like - I haven’t got him in a cage.”

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“When you say things like that it only convinces me you do have him in a cage.” Arms crossed, Narcissa followed her older sister through the Rookery. Her eyes raking over every door that could lead to the basement of this haunted home. 

“Show me where you’ve put him. I’m sure he needs something to make it feel more like home. How many pillows have you given him? Don’t tell me it’s only one.”