"Women are fickle enough as it is," Narcissa continued cheerfully. "And then you add the wonder of pregnancy-induced mood-swings and you have a walking, talking emotional time-bomb. You can get away with everything and claim you were just having a mood swing."
"You mean you were pretending?" Lucius demanded indignantly.
"You were taking too long in the bath, Luce," Narcissa retorted with a pout. "You wouldnt even give me my rubber ducky so I could go and use the baths in one of the other bathrooms."
The subject was, of course, the youngest Malfoy.
"He tried to hex me when my back was turned in fourth year."
"Shows initiative and slytherin cunning," Narcissa countered.
"He is an obnoxious little twit."
Grey eyes met grey in annoyance. "Learned that from his father."
"Hexed my best friends."
"They probably deserved it."
Lucius smirked and said," Stole your favourite, specially-made silk and leather underwear to sell off in the Slytherin Common room."
Narcissas eyes went wide. "He did WHAT!?!?"
He had completely forgotten that only he and Voldemort could understand the snake and right now, he was the only one that could hear Nagini whistling a badly-out-of-tune and utterly bastardised version of the Great Escape theme.
"Lucius," he heard Voldemort hiss. Oh God! He hissed! He sounded like a badly made kettle! How bloody funny was that! "Would you be kind enough to inform me what Harry Potter is doing under your table?"
"LOOK yourself!" Harry slapped Voldemort across the top of his head as vehement exclamation. "Ive had it up to hear with you trying to bloody well kill me!" SLAP! "If you had done things the old-fashioned way," SLAP! "With a machine gun," SLAP! "Or even a bloody knife," SLAP! "I wouldnt have had half as traumatic a life as Ive had already!"
SLAPSLAPSLAP!
"Stop that! Im trying to kill you!"
"Youre doing a bloody brilliant job of it," SLAP "Arent you," SLAP "You snake-faced," SLAP! "Sock-stuffed-thong-wearing," SLAP! "Guinea pig?" SLAPSLAPSLAP!
"Stoppit!"
"What?" Harry yelled hysterically, slapping Voldemort several times across the head with both hands for good measure and wondering briefly if his wrists looked as limp as they seemed to. "Stop this? I dont want to stop this! I like doing this! And its making your head go pink! Did you know that? Your head is going pink!""How can I be this kick ass strong?! Powerful! Handsome! Charismatic! Gorgeous! Oh, Gods... Why do you burden me with such a heavy karma!"
- Dark Schneider, Bastard!!! #20
D for Drakensis
You're only young once, but immaturity is forever.
"You mean you were pretending?" Lucius demanded indignantly.
"You were taking too long in the bath, Luce," Narcissa retorted with a pout. "You wouldnt even give me my rubber ducky so I could go and use the baths in one of the other bathrooms."
The subject was, of course, the youngest Malfoy.
"He tried to hex me when my back was turned in fourth year."
"Shows initiative and slytherin cunning," Narcissa countered.
"He is an obnoxious little twit."
Grey eyes met grey in annoyance. "Learned that from his father."
"Hexed my best friends."
"They probably deserved it."
Lucius smirked and said," Stole your favourite, specially-made silk and leather underwear to sell off in the Slytherin Common room."
Narcissas eyes went wide. "He did WHAT!?!?"
He had completely forgotten that only he and Voldemort could understand the snake and right now, he was the only one that could hear Nagini whistling a badly-out-of-tune and utterly bastardised version of the Great Escape theme.
"Lucius," he heard Voldemort hiss. Oh God! He hissed! He sounded like a badly made kettle! How bloody funny was that! "Would you be kind enough to inform me what Harry Potter is doing under your table?"
"LOOK yourself!" Harry slapped Voldemort across the top of his head as vehement exclamation. "Ive had it up to hear with you trying to bloody well kill me!" SLAP! "If you had done things the old-fashioned way," SLAP! "With a machine gun," SLAP! "Or even a bloody knife," SLAP! "I wouldnt have had half as traumatic a life as Ive had already!"
SLAPSLAPSLAP!
"Stop that! Im trying to kill you!"
"Youre doing a bloody brilliant job of it," SLAP "Arent you," SLAP "You snake-faced," SLAP! "Sock-stuffed-thong-wearing," SLAP! "Guinea pig?" SLAPSLAPSLAP!
"Stoppit!"
"What?" Harry yelled hysterically, slapping Voldemort several times across the head with both hands for good measure and wondering briefly if his wrists looked as limp as they seemed to. "Stop this? I dont want to stop this! I like doing this! And its making your head go pink! Did you know that? Your head is going pink!""How can I be this kick ass strong?! Powerful! Handsome! Charismatic! Gorgeous! Oh, Gods... Why do you burden me with such a heavy karma!"
- Dark Schneider, Bastard!!! #20
D for Drakensis
You're only young once, but immaturity is forever.