Narcissa by rosedemon

Narcissa Malfoy by rosedemon

This whole party is distasteful to me.

There was a time when it was our house in which the New Year’s Eve was welcomed. They were glittering affairs that featured long tables full of exotic delicacies and powerful drinks, dancing and games that lasted well into the next day, and the company of our friends and family. People begged to be invited, and it was my duty to make the guest list. What a chore that was. To decide who was the most interesting, the most exciting and certainly the most advantageous politically for us to entertain carried a heavy weight for me.

Of course, that ended many years ago. Most of those whom we knew are dead or in hiding. The only reason why we are allowed to walk freely is due to one act of mine that Harry Potter cannot deny or forget. It is fortunate for us that his memory is so good.

Tonight it will be bland food and weak drinks and insipid conversation. The room will be filled with the mediocre and boring. My husband will drink too much, and I will be left with the company of my insufferable daughter-in-law. What Draco ever saw in the girl is beyond me. I have told myself to endure this gathering. The suggestion of spending a night with a family of self-pity mongers is just as unbearable. At least I can hold myself above the rest and be the model of class and distinction.

Happily, I have a new blue dress to wear. It is low-cut and form fitting, studded with crystals and sequins. I will shimmer and glisten in the candlelight of the evening. I shall glide past the young ones in their tawdry clothes and lackluster ideas searching for someone with wit and charm. There has to be someone there who will appreciate the essence of a true woman.

Perhaps it is time to teach a younger generation how to admire these qualities.

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