purestblood @ 2003-06-07 15:48:00

Current mood:	worried
Current music:	Golden Wizard, "Twilight Hex"

This has been the longest week of my life. It began with the funeral of Narcissa's mother, and has steadily gone downhill. It seems that the dear lady suffered a heart attack while she was getting a massage from Gunther. He did remark that she seemed awfully relaxed during that particular, er, session. She's gone, and Narcissa is quite beside herself. Draco showed quite an unhealthy interest in the corpse, and I'm not sure what to make of that. Gunther (tall, blond hair, blue eyes, quite well-developed) has come to work at the Manor to service both Narcissa and myself, as I hate to be responsible for anyone being out of work.

The dear lady left her estate to Draco, who now is the proud owner of a home in Cannes. She left it in trust until Draco turns 21, and I, of course, am the trustee. I'm not sure how Draco feels about the home, but he did strut about with a most proprietary air and fired half the staff. He'll do splendidly as a homeowner, I do believe.

I met with the private investigator, who warned me that he had some very bad news to impart regarding the issue of Narcissa's heritage. As her parents are gone now, I cannot turn to them for the full story, but she is my wife and we will deal with the consequences of her true background as best we can. I confess myself to be quite disquieted at this latest turn of events, and do not know exactly what my next step should be. Narcissa is visiting the dogs again, I believe. I am sure that Remus, being of such dubious parentage himself, will be able to offer succor to her in these most troublesome time. Nevertheless, she is my wife, and I do love her for her. Not for her bloodline. It's not her fault that she was adopted under less than ideal circumstances.

And, with that, I'm off to see the barrister.

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