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[blackestmalfoy]

"That's a pleasant change, I imagine." Even from before, really, before his death. She brings the bottle over to the table, then goes to the cupboards. The glasses are probably still in the same spot, knowing peoples' habits.

"A nice change for me, at any rate." She brings the glasses down, uncorks the wine. Time at home hasn't been pleasant, and Lucius has never quite been the same. Her time here changed her as well, and -- not for the better, at least as far as dealing with her husband at home.

[onewrongword]

"I've adjusted to not have to run after various idiot children, or their parents, in the interim. I teach at the school part time, in addition. Minerva is no long here; it's past to some wizard from Mr. Dresden's universe," Snape replies, as he slices up vegetables to put in with the roast.

He doesn't ask about home. There's no point anymore. He's been in this world a good six years-- and he is never going back. There is no way to be free, no way to go home. This is where he will 'live' out the rest of his days.

[blackestmalfoy]

"It's good to see you, Severus." She leaves one glass of wine on the counter and heads to the table to take a few generous sips of her own drink, brows furrowed.

"So there continues to be a turnover rate. Some things stay the same, it would seem."

[onewrongword]

"And you, though I am sure you are-- less than enthused to be returned to the village." Or maybe she is. Maybe that's why it's waiting for her to figure out: that this is home.

Or maybe it just likes to yank his feelings around like a goddamn yo yo.

[blackestmalfoy]

It's probably a little of column A and a little of column B, honestly. Narcissa purses her lips, glances over to where Severus is still preparing the food.

"You'd think that." She swirls her wine, sighs. "Truth be told, if it's really calmer here -- well. It isn't, at home."

[onewrongword]

Things he both does and does not want to know about: home. Scorpius and his disasterous relationship with his cross-dressing father was enough of a glimpse into what could possibly await Draco, after all. The rest, well. He knew Harry had gone home-- with his young man in turn-- and everyone had skipped off to wrest happy endings from the world

Who knew?

"When the village is calmer than your home, you might have cause for some concern, Narcissa."

[blackestmalfoy]

"You may be right about that, but that makes it no less true." Things are still being settled with the Manor, there are still nights where Draco wakes in a cold sweat from nightmares or Lucius hurls a curse into the corner of the bedroom. He's started sleeping downstairs after nearly taking off her head when she'd gotten up to get water.

She shakes her head. "We ought not to talk about something that doesn't matter much here." And something that might remind him unpleasantly that he isn't going home.

[onewrongword]

Never going home. But that's fine; the village allowed him to close the book on many relationships from home. Harry. Draco. Hermione. Ron. Even Albus. Better farewells were said, gentler ways found to manage old pains. He does not regret it. Nor does he regret being here.

"We should," he says. "I don't think you should stay in the suite alone."

Which means he must have some alternate plan, right?