@ClevcrLioness@SlavesnScreens --witch settles into the comfortable leather.
"The drive is a little over ninety minutes. But I'm sure we can find something to discuss." This is directed at Evelyn, but her eyes flicker to the younger witch. Provocative,--
@ClevcrLioness@SlavesnScreens --
Even if the nagging guilt is still ever present at the back of her mind.
"Nonsense", she brushes off Evelyn's insistence with a wave of her hand. "My car is already here." And there it certainly is, a fine limousine--
@ClevcrLioness@SlavesnScreens --back of her mind, that perhaps she might simply take a moment to fetch her wand, to put an end to her fears.
To take her fate into her own hands, much as she had when fleeing.
@ClevcrLioness@SlavesnScreens --currently sports. At least if the muggle and her mudblood leave with her, there's some measure of dependence upon Narcissa when it comes time for them to leave.
If she allows them to leave. There's a faint thought, at the--
@SlavesnScreens@ClevcrLioness --her home, it's far better than the alternative of allowing her to go off where Narcissa can no longer keep tabs on her.
She's in possession of an important secret now, Narcissa's location, and the witch isn't accustomed to--
@ClevcrLioness@SlavesnScreens --advanced.
"I would appreciate if you would come take a look for yourself", Narcissa insists. "I'm afraid I don't trust anyone but you."
@ClevcrLioness@SlavesnScreens --home, much less in the muggle world. Is it really so ridiculous that she wouldn't be clear on exactly how to fix certain problems?
Especially concerning Evelyn's strange muggle technology. Even Narcissa can tell it's quite--
@ClevcrLioness@SlavesnScreens --long, before pressing on without waiting for reply, "The food doesn't seem to be refreshing itself properly. Is it a problem with your technology, or with the servants?"
Naturally, an issue with the servants would be more--