Late Dinner Date, Lucius, Narcissa

[xashaliinax]

A fairly tall man clad in robes black as midnight apparated onto a relatively abandoned street corner with a loud cracking sound, startling the few stragglers already wary-looking. It was a good thing, that the several witches and wizards showed such un-ease and alarm at being out this late, alone in the dark. Everything they were working to do, was evidently, not for not. People were afraid, as they should be. Apprehensive about the several recent deaths and disappearances. Perhaps, they were finally learning their place in society. The Death Eaters were performing well, accomplishing something at least…Finally.

The young looking man pocketed his wand on the inner fold on his robes, but kept his right hand tucked in the cloak slightly, leaving it so that he was capable to snatch it out quickly at the slightest sign of suspicion. For even Lucius Malfoy wasn’t completely secure these days. Nevertheless, he was much safer then most, simply because of his name within the ministry, and the other Death Eaters beholding him to a grudge dare not test one of the Dark Lords highest ranking, not when all was going so well. After all, plenty of Death Eaters were much less then neighborly towards each other, to say the very least. No, Malfoy was considerably safe from his rivals, at least for the moment, at least while in his lords good books. Where he intends to stay…

Lucius hastened his pace towards his destination, refusing to be late for his date with Narcissa for such a foolish reason as pondering who his largest threat was at the moment. Tardiness was, inexcusable and unacceptable, making his fiancée wait was not an option, especially since work for The Dark Lord had interfered with seeing her-all week. The assignment was tedious, and to be put rather bluntly, a pain in the ass. Recruiting was meant for the lesser likes then himself, but this had been a special circumstance, and just as assured, proved difficult to persuade them to join the Dark Lords ranks- to use as puppets.

The restaurant now stood dead in front of Malfoy and only after dusting off his already spotless robes, and running a hand through his white blonde hair, did Lucius walk briskly through the door. A glance at his inherited gold pocket watch(embeded with the Malfoy crest)informed the young man that he was still nearly 10 minutes early, it was only ten to ten- all the better. Hard grey eyes surveyed the familiar scene, passing approvingly over the expensive formality of it all. It was one of the only fine dinning restaurants in the area, the best, obviously, evidently.

Malfoy observed a few co-workers, the ones that could actually afford this place, and nodded shortly, acknowledging their presences, nothing more. “Mr. Malfoy?” Spoke a deep voice from behind him, the greeter dressed in a black tux and white tie had returned to seat the only person waiting, ‘The usual table, set for two?” The man asked, and Lucius inclined his head slightly, not at all suspicious that he’d know his name. Everyone here knew his and Narcissa’s surnames, they came often enough, never tiring of the same tastes, for the menu changes every month, at least. “Yes,” He paused, speaking in a soft, even drawl. “That’ll do. Ms. Black has not arrived then?” The middle aged greeter responded with a shake of the head, then beckoned his customer to follow, and seated him in the back corner booth, next to a wide patio window with an enchanted scene of a too perfect sunset.

After ordering a bottle of red wine, Lucius peered at the others seated around him, talking animatedly with their dates or friends, all family’s had left already, not wanting to lurk after dark. There weren’t many people, this late at night, about 7 small parties of two or three occupants. This was why Malfoy preferred to meet late, it was more private and secluded, you could talk without worrying too much about being overheard. Abandoning his judgment of the others, Lucius leaned back in his seat, waiting for his date to arrive, hopefully soon.

[Devious]

It was nearly six after ten, and Narcissa Black was late. She had previously arranged a dinner date with Lucius Malfoy, her fiancée, through owl. Narcissa had been more than delighted to receive the letter; her and Lucius’ time together had nearly vanished. He was so busy doing the Dark Lords bidding; they hardly ever had time to get together. Thus, on this rare occasion, Narcissa wanted to look her very best. Amidst the powdering and dressing, she lost track of time, and, upon realizing her mistake, swiftly apparated herself to Diagon Alley. There, she would cross over to Grogio’s. It was about the nicest restaurant in town, and provided a picturesque atmosphere where she could enjoy a nice chardonnay with her beloved Lucius. Just what she needed.

CRACK

Narcissa apparated with grace and ease and slid onto the street with a contempt expression. She quickly began to stride down the street, expensive robes of the finest material billowing behind her. A few acquaintances nodded and muttered “Ms. Black” as she passed by, but she made no acknowledgement tonight as the only thing on her mind was getting to Gordio’s. Given the fact it was quite late, the sky was darkened. Thick gray clouds hovered over head, barely visible. Street lamps were glowing, lighting the way for Narcissa and other passer-bys. Lucius was known for his late night dates. In fact, Narcissa could not remember a time when they ever had a dinner before seven. She didn’t mind though, she loved him all the same.

At that moment of thought, Narcissa’s mind suddenly flashed with anger. Love him, she did. Whether or not she wanted to rush into marriage, that was a different story. She felt the whole situation was being much too pushed. ‘Cissa knew the families wanted to create an heir as soon as possible, but Narcissa wanted to take her time. She thrived, dare she say it, to be free. Free, young, and in love. She always knew, even as a young child, it was her duty to marry a wealthy, pureblooded man and connect the pure family blood together. Her parents are ever so eager for them to be wed, and Narcissa can’t help but feel Lucius is the same. However, currently, with Lucius always distant doing the Dark Lord favors, there is absolutely no time for a wedding.

Narcissa turned a corner and found herself walking in the open doors of Gordio’s. She reached up and daintily pulled her hood off, revealing soft, thin curls of blonde hair. Her cold, stormy blue eyes scanned the small, but classy setting. It was an extremely nice place; and only a few tables were taken here and there. Before she could take in any more, the greeter, clad in a black tux and a receding hairline, approached her. “Ah, Ms. Black,” he acknowledged, bowing slightly at the waist. “This way, please.” He evidently knew she was here meeting Lucius. This was, after all, the couples usual.

The man led her to a small booth toward the back next to a large window. There, seated already with a bottle of wine, was Lucius. She smiled slightly at the sight of him. “Here you are, Ms. Black. Enjoy.” Narcissa nodded as the greeter bowed ever so slightly again, and backed away out of sight. Narcissa seated herself after bending lightly and giving Lucius a small peck on the cheek. “Lucius,” she stated affectionately, “I apologize for my lateness.”