blondenarcissa: No subject.

Dacey is my name, masters and misses. I is updating Mistress Narcissa's journal because she is too ill to do it herself, she is! Dacey is pressing the keys as Mistress speaks. I best do a good jobs so the Mistress doesn't have the Master scorch my fingers.

Oh, woe is me. I can scarecly raise my head off of my pillow to even look at the wretched creature as she types this entry off for me. So many dreadful things have befallen my darling son at the hands of that dreadful whelp of a Weasley. I do hope that my charming husband talks some sense into the boy's parents. They ought to finally realize that their child is in fact stark raving mad and would benefit greatly by a stay in St. Mungo's. I hear it is very lovely there this time of year.

I know that dear Draco had hoped that his Mummy would not be taken ill but there was nothing I could do about it. So much stress is simply not good for one's immune system. As I am so delicate to begin with, trauma such as my child's pet being viciously murdered sent my good health into a rapid down-spiral. I am so ill that I could not even stomach looking at my morning martini let alone consume it!

For the remainder of the day I shall be here in my chambers under my duvets wishing I had strength to meander down to my son's chambers and oversee the house elves packing his things. I would be ever so disappointed for him if one of the elves forgot to pack one blessed belonging. Merlin knows a Malfoy needs as many comforts from home as possible to make the likes of that school bearable.

I fear dictating has made me drowsy. I ought to rest so I can be fully alert when my angel comes to visit me after dinner this evening.

purestblood @ 2003-01-06 08:23 pm UTC

Now, now, my love. Do not fret. I have met with the elder Weasleys and shall apprise you of the results of my visit. I've sent a small bauble to your quarters--I understand it was one of Marie Antoinette's favorite brooches--and hopefully it will help ease your burden. Draco needs to draw upon our strength to help him manage these difficult times.

Your loving husband

blondenarcissa @ 2003-01-06 08:48 pm UTC

My darling, perfect husband:

I cannot express just how truly thoughtful and attentive you are. You have always known just how to brighten my day and the bauble you have sent me more than did its intended duty. Small though it may be, the history behind it and the breathtaking diamonds encrusted upon it more than make up for its petite stature. It has helped to strengthen my convictions and my desire to be strong for our son. I pray that I shall be well enough to get out from underneath these satin sheets to spend some quality time with him before he heads back to that accursed school.

Perhaps you ought to follow suit and stop by to check on me, darling? I do miss you terribly and you always did like the feel of satin upon your skin...

Your adoring wife

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onourbrooms @ 2003-01-07 02:37 pm UTC

I suppose you would know all about the climate of St. Mungo's, Narcissa, not to mention the decor. Obviously something you strove to duplicate in your Manor's furnishings. Beds which provide their own bindings can be quite useful, as I'm sure Looshie would agree.