Brother and Sister (pv Lucius)
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Brother and Sister (pv Lucius)
par Alwina d'Andhyvoir Sam 22 Sep - 17:43
It was snowing. Again. Alwina sighed as she was magically closing her door. It had been a long day. Too long for her. Too rich in emotions. Draco, safe again. Severus, in security with Enzelta. Lucius, back. Good news, anyway. Alwina was quite happy, even if she was very tired and worried about the future. She knew it was quite dark and uncertain. Having Draco at home was a great risk she consciously took. But, Anyway, she took a similar risk everyday she worked with the Resistance.
She turned off the light and went up the stairs. The customers had been very demanding, this day. Fortunately, she only had two or three of them. Strange guys... But she could not act differently. John had come, finally. He had taken care of Draco, looked after him, while she was serving the customers. He had also had an eye on her. The phtisis was not evolving anymore, but she had to take care of herself, and a little bit less of the others, John had said. But she could not. Not in such a context. She knew she was not an essential member of the Resistance, but she hoped she had any utility...
In the secret bedroom, Draco was sleeping, exhausted. She had a little smile. He looked so young, that way ! Well, anyway, he was so young... Twenty years, and, already, his life was spoiled... His youth had been shortened in such violent way... Well, to be honest, he was not the most to feel sorry for...Vyktorija, for instance, had had a far worst fate... Alwina, herself, when she was his age, was already married... and a widow. Two years later, she was in Azkaban for killing five people. The people who had assassinated her husband...
She sat on the edge of the bed and cherished her nephew's cheek. she thought that he looked so much like his father... She had few memories of Lucius when he was twenty, but she remembered very well when he was seventeen or eighteen... She guessed that he had not much changed two years later...
Alwina drew aside a wick of hair from his eyes. Draco sighed in his sleep and she smiled sadly. Then, she got up and left the room, closing quietly the door behind herself. She went into her living-room, and dropped on the sofa. She was not hungry, nor thirsty. Anyway, she hardly ate or drank. She was just very, very tired. She looked at the clock, on the console. It was half past ten. At the station, John, Ethel and Remus were taking their patrol. Alwina was not expecting for anyone.
But, in the street, there was a discrete cracking, choked with snow...
She turned off the light and went up the stairs. The customers had been very demanding, this day. Fortunately, she only had two or three of them. Strange guys... But she could not act differently. John had come, finally. He had taken care of Draco, looked after him, while she was serving the customers. He had also had an eye on her. The phtisis was not evolving anymore, but she had to take care of herself, and a little bit less of the others, John had said. But she could not. Not in such a context. She knew she was not an essential member of the Resistance, but she hoped she had any utility...
In the secret bedroom, Draco was sleeping, exhausted. She had a little smile. He looked so young, that way ! Well, anyway, he was so young... Twenty years, and, already, his life was spoiled... His youth had been shortened in such violent way... Well, to be honest, he was not the most to feel sorry for...Vyktorija, for instance, had had a far worst fate... Alwina, herself, when she was his age, was already married... and a widow. Two years later, she was in Azkaban for killing five people. The people who had assassinated her husband...
She sat on the edge of the bed and cherished her nephew's cheek. she thought that he looked so much like his father... She had few memories of Lucius when he was twenty, but she remembered very well when he was seventeen or eighteen... She guessed that he had not much changed two years later...
Alwina drew aside a wick of hair from his eyes. Draco sighed in his sleep and she smiled sadly. Then, she got up and left the room, closing quietly the door behind herself. She went into her living-room, and dropped on the sofa. She was not hungry, nor thirsty. Anyway, she hardly ate or drank. She was just very, very tired. She looked at the clock, on the console. It was half past ten. At the station, John, Ethel and Remus were taking their patrol. Alwina was not expecting for anyone.
But, in the street, there was a discrete cracking, choked with snow...
- Spoiler:
- Il neigeait. Encore. Alwina soupira alors qu'elle fermait magiquement sa porte. La journée avait été longue. Trop longue pour elle. Trop riche en émotions. Drago, en sécurité à nouveau. Severus, entre de bonnes mains avec Enzelta. Lucius, de retour. De bonnes nouvelles, pourtant. Alwina était contente, quoique très fatiquée et inquiète de l'avenir. Elle savait qu'il s'annonçait sombre et incertain. Héberger drago était un risque énorme, qu'elle prenait consciemment. De toutes façons, elle prenait chaque jour un risque semblable, à faire partie de la résistance.
Elle éteignit la lumière et monta les escaliers. Les clients avaient été exigeants, aujourd'hui. Mais, heureusement, elle n'en avait eu que deux ou trois. Des gens étranges... mais elle ne pouvait pas faire autrement. John était enfin venu. Il avait soigné Drago, avait veillé sur lui, tandis qu'elle servait les clients. Il l'avait aussi examinée. La phtisie n'avaitr pas évolué, mais elle devait prendre soin d'elle et moins des autres, avait dit John. Mais elle ne le pouvait pas. Pas dans le contexte actuel. Elle savait qu'elle n'était pas un membre indispensable de la résistance, mais elle espérait avoir une quelconque utilité...
Dans la chambre secrète, Drago dormait, épuisé. Elle eut un petit sourire. Il paraissait si jeune, comme ça ! Bon, en fait, il était si jeune... Vingt ans, et sa vie était déjà gâchée... Sa jeunesse avait été écourtée d'une manière si violente... Certes, pour être honnête, il n'était pas le plus à plaindre. Vyktorija, par exemple, avait eu une destinée bien pire... Alwina elle-même, quand elle avait son âge, était déjà mariée... et veuve. Deux ans plus tard, elle était à Azkaban pour le meurtre de cinq personnes. Ceux qui avaient assassiné son mari...
Elle s'assit au bord du lit et caressa la joue de son neveu. Elle pensa qu'il ressemblait tellement à son père... Elle avait peu de souvenirs de Lucius à vingt ans, mais elle se souvenait bien de lui quand il en avait dix-sept ou dix-huit... Elle devinait qu'il ne devait pas avoir beaucoup changé deux ans plus tard...
Alwina écarta une mèche de cheveux de ses yeux. Drago soupira dans son sommeil et elle sourit tristement. Puis, elle se leva et quitta la pièce, en fermant doucement la porte derrière elle. Elle alla dans le salon et se laissa tomber sur le sofa. Elle n'avait pas faim, ni soif. De toutes façons, elle ne mangeait ni ne buvait presque pas. Elle était juste très, très fatiguée. Elle regarda la pendule sur la console. Il était dix heures et demie. A la gare, John, Ethel et Remus devaient avoir pris leur patrouille. Alwina n'attendait personne.
Mais, dans la rue, il y eut un craquement discret, étouffé par la neige...
Alwina d'Andhyvoir- Propriétaire d'Aurea Magica
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Date d'inscription : 20/07/2007
Re: Brother and Sister (pv Lucius)
par Lucius Malefoy Mar 9 Oct - 13:10
It had been a long time before Narcissa fell asleep and Lucius could leave the mansion safely. He wanted - he needed - to talk with someone whose mind was clearer than his own, and calmer than his wife's. He knew Malwen was the right person. She had always been, even after her stay in Azkaban... She was wise. He trusted her.
It was not so late, when he appeared in the street, in front of Aurea Magica, but this january night was so cold and so dark, that it was like if Lucius was in one of the deepest abysses. Lucius was tired, and he had only had few hours to sleep and recover. It was far from being enough to him. But it was absolutely necessary for him to talk to her that night. As he didn't know wether he would be alive the next day...
He looked around, fearing to be seen. But the street was totally empty. He sighed with relief and knocked at the door.
"Malwen..." he whispered "Malwen, it's me, open the door... It's Lucius..."
He did not dare to call to her louder... He was too scared of being discovered. But he quickly uunderstood that she could not hear him. Looking around once more, he took his locket from under his clothes and opened it. The melody began to play. Softly, o, so softly ! Lucius knew his sister would understand.
It was not so late, when he appeared in the street, in front of Aurea Magica, but this january night was so cold and so dark, that it was like if Lucius was in one of the deepest abysses. Lucius was tired, and he had only had few hours to sleep and recover. It was far from being enough to him. But it was absolutely necessary for him to talk to her that night. As he didn't know wether he would be alive the next day...
He looked around, fearing to be seen. But the street was totally empty. He sighed with relief and knocked at the door.
"Malwen..." he whispered "Malwen, it's me, open the door... It's Lucius..."
He did not dare to call to her louder... He was too scared of being discovered. But he quickly uunderstood that she could not hear him. Looking around once more, he took his locket from under his clothes and opened it. The melody began to play. Softly, o, so softly ! Lucius knew his sister would understand.
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Il avait fallu un long moment avant que Narcissa ne s'endorme et que Lucius ne puisse quitter le manoir en toute sécurité. Il voulait - il avait besoin de parler avec quelqu'un dont l'esprit serait plus clair que le sien et plus calme que celui de son épouse. Il savait que Malwen était la bonne personne. Elle l'avait toujours été, même après son séjour à Azkaban... Elle était sage. Il avait confiance en elle.
Il n'était pas si tard, quand il apparut dans la rue, en face d'Aurea Magica, mais cette nuit de janvier était si froide et si sombre, qu'il semblait que Lucius était dans l'une des abysses les plus profondes. Lucius était fatigué., et il n'avait eu que quelques heures pour dormir et se remettre. C'était loin d'être suffisant pour lui. Mais il était absolument nécessaire qu'il lui parle cette nuit. Car il ne savait pas s'il serait encore en vie le jour suivant...
Il regarda autour de lui, craignant d'être découvert. Mais la rue était parfaitement déserte. Il eut un soupir de soulagement et frappa à la porte.
"Malwen..." chuchota-t-il. "Malwen, c'est moi, ouvre la porte... C'est Lucius..."
Il n'osait pas l'appeler plus fort... Il avait trop peur d'être découvert. Mais il comprit rapidement qu'elle ne pouvait pas l'entendre. Regardant de nouveau autour de lui, il tira de sous ses vêtements son médaillon et l'ouvrit. La mélodie commença à jouer. Doucement, oh, si doucement ! Lucius savait que sa soeur comprendrait.
Lucius Malefoy- sous-fifre Number one
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Date d'inscription : 28/07/2007
Re: Brother and Sister (pv Lucius)
par Alwina d'Andhyvoir Sam 27 Oct - 16:42
Alwina rose her head as she heard the music. Lucius was there, very close to her. She stood up and went to the window. She had a glance in the street and saw a shadow in the dark passage. Her brother.
Alwina sighed, but smiled. She went downstairs and opened the door.
"Come, quick !"
She closed the door behind him and cast a spell on it. Then, she turned toward him and looked at him.
"God be praised, you're alive..."
She smiled and huged and kissed him. She did not cry, but she was really moved. She looked at him carefully.
"Heaven, Lucius ! What did happened to you ? You seem to be... I don't know... you are so pale ! What did He do to you ?"
She took his hands in hers and looked at him, as if she was trying to read on his face what he had suffered the last past weeks. She finally sighed :
"Come upstairs."
She led him, and made him sit on the sofa, then sat next to him. A spell made two glasses and a bottle of Scotch appear and she asked, while serving the drinks :
"Why did you want to see me ? I know it's not only for the the beauty of my eyes, especially as tired as you seem to be..."
Alwina sighed, but smiled. She went downstairs and opened the door.
"Come, quick !"
She closed the door behind him and cast a spell on it. Then, she turned toward him and looked at him.
"God be praised, you're alive..."
She smiled and huged and kissed him. She did not cry, but she was really moved. She looked at him carefully.
"Heaven, Lucius ! What did happened to you ? You seem to be... I don't know... you are so pale ! What did He do to you ?"
She took his hands in hers and looked at him, as if she was trying to read on his face what he had suffered the last past weeks. She finally sighed :
"Come upstairs."
She led him, and made him sit on the sofa, then sat next to him. A spell made two glasses and a bottle of Scotch appear and she asked, while serving the drinks :
"Why did you want to see me ? I know it's not only for the the beauty of my eyes, especially as tired as you seem to be..."
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Alwina releva la tête en entendant la musique. Lucius était là, dehors, tout près d'elle. Elle se leva et rejoignit la fenêtre. Elle jeta un rapide coup d'oeil dans la rue et distingua une ombre dans les ténèbres du passage. Son frère.
Alwina soupira, mais sourit. Elle descendit l'escalier et ouvrit la porte.
"Viens, vite !"
Elle referma la porte derrière lui et y jeta un sortilège. Puis, elle se tourna vers lui et le regarda.
"Dieu soit loué, tu es vivant..."
Elle sourit et le serra dans ses bras, l'embrassa. Elle ne pleurait pas, mais elle était vraiment émue. Elle le regarda attentivement.
"Seigneur, Lucius ! Que t'est-il arrivé ? Tu as l'air tellement... Je ne sais pas... Tu es si pâle ! Que t'a-t-Il fait ?"
Elle prit ses mains dans les siennes et le regarda, comme si elle tentait de lire sur son visage tout ce qu'il avait souffert ces derniers mois. Finalement, elle soupira :
"Viens à l'étage."
Elle le précéda dans les escaliers et le fit asseoir sur le canapé, avant de s'installer à côté de lui. Un sortilège fit apparaître deux verres et une bouteille de Scotch. Et elle demanda, tout en servant les boissons :
"Pourquoi voulais-tu me voir ? Je sais que ce n'est pas que pour mes beaux yeux, surtout fatigué comme tu sembles l'être..."
Alwina d'Andhyvoir- Propriétaire d'Aurea Magica
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Date d'inscription : 20/07/2007
Re: Brother and Sister (pv Lucius)
par Lucius Malefoy Dim 30 Déc - 0:33
Lucius turned a blind eye for a while, enjoying the warmth, and the relative safety of the apartment of his sister. But she had raised questions, and she was awaiting answers. He sighed and reopened the eyes, looked visibly tired and weary. He took her hand, saying:
"I prefer that you do not know what happened. Narcissa herself does not know. It has been too dangerous. Still it is. For me. For you. Only Master and I must know. What I can tell you is that I have been in Germany. I had to fight some humanoid creatures. They did not let me go easily. I had to kill them . They tried to kill me. I did what I had to, and then I came back. That's all you need to know, and it's still too much. "
He took the glass she gave him, and had a sip of Scotch. That the slightly burnt. But it was a familiar burn, almost comforting, surely, deeply comforting. His hands trembled no more, no more shivered. He had a shy, little smile, as if he was afraid to show that he felt fine, as if the mere smile could bring bad luck. But then, he thought the second question that had been put to him, and he blushed a little. He set his glass on the table and looked at her, asking how he was to begin. He finally decided to be direct:
"Malwen, I need your advice. You are the only one who can help me. Perhaps because you are the only one that is - or at least was - ready to do so."
"I prefer that you do not know what happened. Narcissa herself does not know. It has been too dangerous. Still it is. For me. For you. Only Master and I must know. What I can tell you is that I have been in Germany. I had to fight some humanoid creatures. They did not let me go easily. I had to kill them . They tried to kill me. I did what I had to, and then I came back. That's all you need to know, and it's still too much. "
He took the glass she gave him, and had a sip of Scotch. That the slightly burnt. But it was a familiar burn, almost comforting, surely, deeply comforting. His hands trembled no more, no more shivered. He had a shy, little smile, as if he was afraid to show that he felt fine, as if the mere smile could bring bad luck. But then, he thought the second question that had been put to him, and he blushed a little. He set his glass on the table and looked at her, asking how he was to begin. He finally decided to be direct:
"Malwen, I need your advice. You are the only one who can help me. Perhaps because you are the only one that is - or at least was - ready to do so."
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Lucius ferma les yeux pendant un moment, savourant la chaleur, et la relative sécurité de l'appartement de sa sœur. Mais elle lui avait posé des questions, et elle attendait des réponses. Il soupira et rouvrit les yeux, la regarda, visiblement fatigué et las. Il prit sa main en disant:
"Je préfère que tu ne saches pas ce qui s'est passé. Narcissa elle-même ne le sait pas. ç'a été trop dangereux. ça l'est encore. Pour moi. Pour toi. Seul le Maître et moi devons le savoir. Ce que je peux te dire, c'est que j'ai été en l'Allemagne. J'ai eu à me battre contre certaines créatures humanoïdes. Elles ne m'ont pas laissé passer facilement. J'ai dû les tuer. Elles ont tenté de me tuer. J'ai fait ce que je devais, et puis je suis revenu. C'est tout ce que tu dois savoir, et c'est encore trop. "
Il prit le verre qu'elle lui donnait, et prit une gorgée de Scotch. ça le brûla un peu. Mais c'était une brûlure familière, presque rassurante, sûrement, profondément réconfortante. Ses mains ne tremblaient plus, il ne frissonnait plus. Il eut un timide, petit sourire, comme s'il avait peur de montrer qu'il se sentait bien, comme si le simple fait de sourire pourrait porter malheur. Mais, ensuite, il pensa à la seconde question qu'elle lui avait posée, et il rougit un peu. Il posa son verre sur la table et la regarda, se demandant comment il devait commencer. Il décida finalement d'être direct:
"Malwen, j'ai besoin de tes conseils. Tu es la seule à pouvoir m'aider. Peut-être parce que tu es la seule qui est - ou du moins, était - prête à le faire."
Lucius Malefoy- sous-fifre Number one
- Nombre de messages : 22
Date d'inscription : 28/07/2007
Re: Brother and Sister (pv Lucius)
par Alwina d'Andhyvoir Mer 23 Jan - 12:33
Malwen bent an eyebrow, quite surprised. The last time Lucius had needed her help, he was in Azkaban and he had not asked for it ; she had taken the initiative of helping him. Her brother was too proud to ask for anyone's help, even his own wife's. Alwina was quite glad too, as Lucius seemed to consider her as a reliable person - reliable enough to come and ask for advice.
She smiled and nodded.
"Of course, i'm ready to help you. You know i'd do everything I can to pull you of affair. You're my brother, whatever your opinions are."
The blood relationships had always been sacred to Alwina. Even if the events obliged her to fight her brother's master, she always tried hard to save Lucius as much as possible. He and his son were the only family she had ever had, genetically speaking at least. O, of course, she had had Ethel and Alekseia, Ewann, later, and she now had Vyktorija... But if there was love and tenderness between them, they did not share the same blood. That may be stupid, but it was something important for her
She also was grateful to Lucius : she considered that, when he freed her from Azkaban, he saved her life. Ethel was used to saying that it was the only good action he had ever done in his life. Alwina was quite forced to admit it...
She picked up her own glass and had a sip, before aswering :
So, what can I do for you ? About what do you need a piece of advice ?
She smiled and nodded.
"Of course, i'm ready to help you. You know i'd do everything I can to pull you of affair. You're my brother, whatever your opinions are."
The blood relationships had always been sacred to Alwina. Even if the events obliged her to fight her brother's master, she always tried hard to save Lucius as much as possible. He and his son were the only family she had ever had, genetically speaking at least. O, of course, she had had Ethel and Alekseia, Ewann, later, and she now had Vyktorija... But if there was love and tenderness between them, they did not share the same blood. That may be stupid, but it was something important for her
She also was grateful to Lucius : she considered that, when he freed her from Azkaban, he saved her life. Ethel was used to saying that it was the only good action he had ever done in his life. Alwina was quite forced to admit it...
She picked up her own glass and had a sip, before aswering :
So, what can I do for you ? About what do you need a piece of advice ?
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Malwen arqua un sourcil, passablement étonnée. La dernière fois que Lucius avait eu besoin de son aide, il était à Azkaban et ne la lui avait pas demandée ; elle avait pris l'initiative de l'aider. Son frère était trop fier pour demander l'assistance de quiconque, même celle de sa propre femme. Alwina était aussi assez contente, car lucius semblait la considérer comme quelqu'un de confiance - suffisamment pour venir et demander conseil.
Elle sourit et hocha la tête.
"Bien sûr, je suis prête à t'aider. Tu sais que je ferais tout mon possible pour te tirer d'affaire. Tu es mon frère, quelles que soient tes opinions."
Les liens du sang avaient toujours été sacrés pour Alwina. Même si les évènements l'avaient amenée à combattre le Maître de son frère, elle s'était toujours efforcée d'épargner son frère, autant que possible. Lui et son fils étaient la seule famille qu'elle ait jamais eue - du moins du point de vue de la génétique. Oh, bien sûr, elle avait eu Ethel, Alekseia, Ewann, plus tard, et maintenant Vyktorija... Mais s'il y avait de l'amour et de la tendresse entre eux, ils ne partageaient pas le même sang. C'était peut-être idiot, mais c'était important pour Alwina.
Et puis, elle était aussi reconnaissante envers Lucius : elle considérait qu'en la sortant d'Azkaban, il lui avait sauvé la vie. Ethel disait d'ailleurs souvent que c'était la seule chose de bien qu'il ait faite dans sa vie. Alwina était assez forcée de le reconnaître...
Elle prit son verre et but une gorgée avant de demander :
"Alors, que puis-je faire pour toi ? A quel sujet as-tu besoin de conseils ?"
Dernière édition par Alwina d'Andhyvoir le Sam 15 Mar - 22:55, édité 1 fois
Alwina d'Andhyvoir- Propriétaire d'Aurea Magica
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Date d'inscription : 20/07/2007
Re: Brother and Sister (pv Lucius)
par Lucius Malefoy Dim 17 Fév - 13:38
Lucius was rather nervous, he did not feel comfortable. He knew that he took a big risk of speaking about this problem of consciousness which began to arise to him. Even if he spoke about it only to Malwen... He swallowed with difficulty, before deciding.
"Malwen, I am afraid that Narcissa... I am afraid that MY Narcissa is about to betray the Master."
He watched for any reaction on the face of his sister and hurried to add:
"I know that seems absurd, completely crazy, almost inconceivable... But since... Since Drago disappeared, her faith in the Lord of the Darkness waddles more and more... She said it to me herself, Malwen: if the only means to save our son is treason, she will not hesitate."
Lucius was sincerely destabilised by the decision of his wife, and it showed through in the attitude. In four years, he had lost one by one all his marks, and his own convictions dulled more and more. The rebellion of Narcissa finished confusing him. He raised an imploring glance towards his sister. A glance which was a real call for help. She was the last element which allowed him to feel safe about, because on known ground: he had always known that Malwen had nothing of a collaborator.
"The worst thing, in this situation, is that I can't tell her she is wrong. I almost agree with her... But I can't afford it ! If the Master discovers... We are dead, you understand ?"
"Malwen, I am afraid that Narcissa... I am afraid that MY Narcissa is about to betray the Master."
He watched for any reaction on the face of his sister and hurried to add:
"I know that seems absurd, completely crazy, almost inconceivable... But since... Since Drago disappeared, her faith in the Lord of the Darkness waddles more and more... She said it to me herself, Malwen: if the only means to save our son is treason, she will not hesitate."
Lucius was sincerely destabilised by the decision of his wife, and it showed through in the attitude. In four years, he had lost one by one all his marks, and his own convictions dulled more and more. The rebellion of Narcissa finished confusing him. He raised an imploring glance towards his sister. A glance which was a real call for help. She was the last element which allowed him to feel safe about, because on known ground: he had always known that Malwen had nothing of a collaborator.
"The worst thing, in this situation, is that I can't tell her she is wrong. I almost agree with her... But I can't afford it ! If the Master discovers... We are dead, you understand ?"
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- Lucius était nerveux, il ne se sentait à pas à l'aise. Il savait que c'était un gros risque qu'il prenait de parler de ce problème de conscience qui commençait à se poser à lui. Même s'il n'en parlait qu'à Malwen... Il déglutit difficilement avant de se décider :
"Malwen, je crains... je crains que Narcissa... que MA Narcissa ne soit sur le point de trahir le Maître."
Il guettait toute réaction sur le visage de sa soeur et s'empressa d'ajouter :
"Je sais que ça paraît aberrant, complètement fou, presque inconcevable... Mais depuis... depuis que Drago a disparu, sa foi en le Seigneur des Ténèbres chancelle de plus en plus... Elle me l'a dit elle-même, Malwen : si le seul moyen de sauver notre fils est la trahison, elle n'hésitera pas."
Lucius était sincèrement destabilisé par la décision de sa femme et cela transparaissait dans son attitude. En quatre ans, il avait perdu un à un tous ses repères, et ses propres convictions s'émoussaient de plus en plus. La rébellion de Narcissa achevait de le déconcerter. Il leva un regard implorant vers sa soeur. Un regard qui était un réel appel à l'aide. Elle était le dernier élément qui lui permettait de se sentir à peu près en sécurité, car en terrain connu : il avait toujours su que Malwen n'avait rien d'une collabo.
"Le pire, dans cette situation, c'est que je ne peux pas lui donner tort. Je suis presque d'accord avec elle... Mais je ne peux pas me le permettre ! Si le Maître le découvre... Nous sommes morts, tu comprends ?"
Lucius Malefoy- sous-fifre Number one
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Date d'inscription : 28/07/2007
Re: Brother and Sister (pv Lucius)
par Alwina d'Andhyvoir Ven 11 Avr - 2:14
Malwen remained voiceless for a while. Was it really Lucius, in front of her, speaking that way ? The Lucius she had known was no man to allow the doubt to invade him so easily. But it was pretty clear that many things had changed in his life and that he was changing.
She took a new sip from her drink and put the glass back on the table. Then, she took her brother's hands in hers.
You know, Lucius, what I am going to tell you may sound like some heresy to you. But perhaps this rebellion is not such a bad thing. Of course, in a position such as yours, so close to the Dark Lord, you would have to be very careful, but...
She did not go further, not to hasten or frighten him. She knew that, at the time, he was definitely terrified and that she would have to be very cautious to speak to him. She caressed his cheek tenderly and added :
You know she is right, Lucius. In your heart, you know it. You can't go on living like that, always fearing death without even knowing why. You can't go on being faithful to a creatur which wants you suffer and die having seen your family living a calvary ! Because, Lucius, that's the only thing he wants, and you know it !
She came closer to him and embraced him, and put his head on her shoulder.
I know what you think, Lucius. You think I am mad. Perhaps I am. But I want to give you a chance to break free once and for all. It probably is your only way to save your son, your family and your life : by risking it properly. You crawled enough. You are not made for that.
She suddenly repelled him, took him in shoulders and shook him.
For God's sake, you are a Malfoy, yes or not ? Is not it you who once told me that Malfoys never bowed before anybody ? Then react ! Fight ! Derseve your name ! Prove them all that you're not the coward they mock !
She took a new sip from her drink and put the glass back on the table. Then, she took her brother's hands in hers.
You know, Lucius, what I am going to tell you may sound like some heresy to you. But perhaps this rebellion is not such a bad thing. Of course, in a position such as yours, so close to the Dark Lord, you would have to be very careful, but...
She did not go further, not to hasten or frighten him. She knew that, at the time, he was definitely terrified and that she would have to be very cautious to speak to him. She caressed his cheek tenderly and added :
You know she is right, Lucius. In your heart, you know it. You can't go on living like that, always fearing death without even knowing why. You can't go on being faithful to a creatur which wants you suffer and die having seen your family living a calvary ! Because, Lucius, that's the only thing he wants, and you know it !
She came closer to him and embraced him, and put his head on her shoulder.
I know what you think, Lucius. You think I am mad. Perhaps I am. But I want to give you a chance to break free once and for all. It probably is your only way to save your son, your family and your life : by risking it properly. You crawled enough. You are not made for that.
She suddenly repelled him, took him in shoulders and shook him.
For God's sake, you are a Malfoy, yes or not ? Is not it you who once told me that Malfoys never bowed before anybody ? Then react ! Fight ! Derseve your name ! Prove them all that you're not the coward they mock !
- Spoiler:
Malwen resta un instant sans voix. Etait-ce vraiment Lucius, qui se tenait devant elle, à lui parler ainsi ? Le Lucius qu'elle avait connu n'était pas homme à laisser le doute l'envahir si aisément. Mais il était clair que beaucoup de choses avaient changé dans sa vie et que lui-même était en train de changer.
Elle prit une gorgée de sa boisson et reposa son verre sur la table. Puis, elle prit les mains de son frère dans les siennes.
"Tu sais, Lucius, ce que je vais te dire risque de te paraître une hérésie. Mais peut-être que cette rébellion n'est pas une si mauvaise chose. Bien sûr, dans une position telle que la vôtre, si proche du Seigneur des ténèbres, vous devriez être très prudents, mais..."
Elle n'alla pas plus loin, pour ne pas le braquer ou l'effrayer. Elle savait que, pour l'heure, il était complètement terrifié et qu'elle devrait se montrer très précautionneuse pour lui parler. Elle lui caressa tendrement la joue et ajouta :
"Tu sais qu'elle a raison, lucius. Dans ton coeur, tu le sais. Tu ne peux pas continuer à vivre comme ça, toujours à craindre la mort sans même savoir pourquoi. Tu ne peux pas continuer à être fidèle à une créature qui veux que tu souffres et meures après avoir vu ta famille vivre un calvaire ! Parce que, Lucius, c'est tout ce qu'il veut, et tu le sais !"
Elle s'approcha et le prit dans ses bras, posant sa tête sur son épaule.
"Je sais ce que tu penses, Lucius. Tu penses que je suis folle. Peut-être que je le suis. Mais je veux te donner une chance de recouvrer ta liberté une bonne fois pour toute. C'est peut-être la seule façon que tu aies de sauver ton fils, ta famille et ta vie : en la risquant correctement. Tu as assez rampé. Tu n'es pas fait pour ça."
Elle le repoussa brusquement, le prit aux épaules et le secoua :
"Pour l'Amour du Ciel, tu es un Malefoy, oui ou non ? N'est-ce pas toi qui m'as dit un jour que les Malefoy ne s'inclinaient devant personne ? Alors réagis ! Bats-toi ! Prouve-leur à tous que tu n'es pas le lâche qu'ils raillent !"
Alwina d'Andhyvoir- Propriétaire d'Aurea Magica
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Métier : propriétaire de la bijouterie magique Aurea Magica
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Date d'inscription : 20/07/2007
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