Empty
Was My Soul
by
LuciusMCassius
Yari
Chapter
3
The
Party
Lucius
did not like Mr. Sinclair, in fact, he hated the man. Lucius hated
a lot of people. When he and
Narcissa
climbed from out of their carriage though, he was firmly reminded just
how much he hated
Arthur,
when the gray skinned, boy-faced man greeted the couple. Through out the
simple formalities
Lucius
couldn’t help but notice that the man rarely took his eyes off his wife.
“Ah.
Arthur.,” Lucius finally snarled after the fifth lusty stare Sinclair had
directed at Narcissa, “ I see
you
haven’t met my wife Narcissa.”
The
black haired man bowed and took her hand, kissing it. She was quite taken
aback by his boldness,
but
she was distracted by his blazing green eyes. She liked green eyes on men.
“It
is my pleasure,” he smirked, licking his lips. Lucius restrained himself
from clawing him and pulled
Narcissa
away, sneering that there were other guests to attend to besides his wife.
Sinclair politely
agreed.
The couple walked away and Narcissa heard Sinclair call out to her,
“I’ll
see you on the dance floor.”
The
man made her uncomfortable.
The
Sinclairs had a large ballroom. They were people who entertained, and it
showed as Narcissa
passed
by prettied faces and overdone hair. Guests turned to look and gasp at
the Malfoys. On the
outside,
the family was almost to perfect. There was the powerful, handsome, exotic
husband, and
the
beautiful, submissive, kind wife.
On
top of it all Lucius had just been nominated as a candidate for Minister
of Magic, so everyone now
revered
them as the classiest household in the wizarding world. If only they know,
Narcissa thought
bitterly,
that all is not what it seems.
The
party was all ready underway, with dancing and music, and everyone took
turns to greet their hosts
and
their host’s most important guests. When the party was in full swing, Mrs.
Sinclair finally appeared.
She
was overweight and overdressed. She had a false friendliness that Narcissa
didn’t like. She swooped
vampishly
over to Lucius and led him away without so much as a word to her.
The
poor wife watched worriedly as her husband rapidly disappeared into an
abandoned hallway,
followed
by a flash of jewelry and silk. She bit her lip and waited patiently for
her husband to return.
The
party certainly was spectacular. Banners of Red and silver hung from the
ceiling and down the walls.
Chandeliers
the size of elephants swayed, glittering from a new polish. Narcissa decided
to find a safe
place
to wait for her husband. She forced her way through the babbling crowds
and seated herself in a
dark
corner by the staircase.
“Left
in the Styx, Ms. Malfoy?” a voice hummed near her.
She
turned and saw Arthur Sinclair standing close to her, his hands clutching
the staircase banister with
incredible
force. It was as if he were trying to hold himself back.
“Oh!”
she squeaked, “Mr. Sinclair!”
“I’m
amazed that someone would leave a dazzling woman like you alone in a party
such as this,” he
commented
in forced cheeriness, taking a step towards her.
“They
would run the chance.” He breathed lustily, “of losing you to a competing
suitor.”
He
took another step closer and reached for her hand. She didn’t accept or
resist. He took it in his and
kissed
it more passionately than before, this time running his tongue down her
wrist. He glanced up and
smiled.
“May
I have the pleasure of this dance?” he asked, still clutching her hand.
“Of-of
course…” she stuttered, unable to take her eyes off his. He was handsome,
this Arthur Sinclair.
And
so they danced, and danced, and danced. The world spanned when he held
her in his arms, and
Lucius
was nowhere to be seen. They stole away onto the balcony before the end
of the party.
“I
will see you again…?” he whispered.
“Yes.”
She replied simply.
He
looked at her solemnly before pulling her close and kissing her as she
had never kissed before.
They
parted soon after, and Narcissa found Lucius waiting for her at the carriage,
who said nothing
of
his long absence, or hers.