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for: LUCIUS & NARCISSA. @slipperyfriend // @nvmalfoy where: a country club. when: morning.
Walking through the gates of the club (which, of course, opened as if they were charmed to her very aura), Luna Lovegood felt a tinge of nervousness float within her. It had been a warm day so far, the sun was shining brightly outside, but the moment Luna stepped through the entrance, the clouds shifted to shield her from the sun. She reckoned the property was charmed to stay comfortably warm with a nice breeze whilst keeping the sun out of the players eyes. She couldn’t say she didn’t welcome the break from squinting. Notebook tucked under one arm and quill stuck in her bun, Luna allows a valet to take her jacket and direct her towards where her hosts waited. Upon having been invited to the country club, Luna assumed that Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy wished for her to interview them on their tennis skills, or their witty banter, or their epic romance, or any sort of elite wixen cliche. She was lying if she said she wasn’t looking forward to it— it was not every day the Quibbler got to cover the ‘higher society’ lifestyle, and her article quota had been rather low recently. She smiles at the valet and bids them a nice day after they direct her towards the Malfoys. At first, Luna isn’t quite sure what she’s looking at— did Lucius Malfoy’s shorts happen to shrink in the wash, or were they supposed to be that tight? She flushes, her eyes refusing to drop below his chin, and with a “Good morning, Mr. Malfoy,” she hurriedly turns to Narcissa instead. “And to you as well, Mrs. Malfoy. I hope you’ve had a lovely day so far.” Taking a seat in the empty chair at the table, she resists the urge to tear her napkin to pieces in nervous energy. She takes a sip from a pre-filled glass of water and smiles at the pair. Let’s just say, if someone had told Luna Lovegood this morning that she would be sitting in a fancy country club, making polite conversation with the Malfoy diarchy— who were, amusingly enough, dressed in matching tennis uniforms— she would suspect them of having come down with the most severe case of the nargles she had ever witnessed.
When Narcissa wed her husband, she assumed matching star signs meant the two Geminis would always be at odds. (When Draco’s birthday landed in the month of June, she knew it was certain she would never know peace again.) She couldn’t have been more wrong. Lucius was everything and more than she had known to ask for. She had seen all he could offer on the surface when she had chosen him as the one to help her escape a fun but ultimately disappointing engagement to Rabastan. Power, money, and a name not tied to blood traitors and runaways leading a once great family to nothing but ruin was required. Power, money, and the Malfoy name were easily obtained. Falling deeply in love with her equal was a wonderful bonus.
One hand and diamond adorned fingers interlaced with her husband’s. Another adjusting the collar of Lucius’ polo shirt, Narcissa giggled with delight at his retelling of the match they had just won. The Shafiqs had hired an instructor since their last embarrassing loss and still weren’t good enough to get a single point. Narcissa’s and Lucius’ victory should feel hollow, after having won so many times, but seeing her joy of over their win reflected in her husband’s eyes led Narcissa to feeling much too proud of herself them. She would listen to him describe her powerful serve or his own backhand volley with euphoria while she could. Before one of them decided arguing was a much more exciting prospect. What was that chittering? Narcissa’s easy grin cooled as she eyed up their new arrival. The heel of one of her shoes she had changed into as soon as they had exited the court coming down on the toe of her husband shoe quite hard. The object of his most obvious affair was making herself at home at their table, one dead set where all eyes of the club could look upon the beauty of the two, now three, blonds. It seemed surprises were now his method of keeping things interesting. “Miss Lovegood. To what do we owe the pleasure of seeing you here?”