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I don't think anyone can, really.

I can't. If I fail, it could mean the difference between someone living, and someone dying.

Money has always solved everything for my family. A donation here, a tip there...It doesn't work with him. He's cold and unfeeling, he would punish a child for my husband's failures. There is no talking him down.

He? Mine is just my job...

It could be considered a job, of sorts. Only if I fail the person who lives or dies is myself, my husband or my son.

Oh... I imagine that must be beyond impossible. *frowns, not really knowing what to say*

Quite. *rubs her head*

Is there anything I can do?

My name is Matt, for what it's worth. *smiles a little*

I wish. *smiles* I just have to make sure my husband keeps his head down and his mouth closed and remind myself not to object.

*smiles a bit too and offers her hand* Narcissa. Hello, Matt.

That must be awful...who is this man? Can he be stopped? *frowns*

*takes her hand, shaking it* It's a pleasure, Narcissa.

so you play both sides until you decide which side is victorious?

I haven't a side. I've a husband, a son and a sister. They have sided with the Dark Lord and I trust them, so I trust their allegiance. Personally I would rather remained neutral. Lucius in Azkaban, Draco in so much danger...

The money is supposed to keep the bad things from happening.

Money isn't omnipotent. Some people cannot be bought, Mrs. Malfoy.

You're wrong, Longbottom. Everyone can be bought. It's simoly a matter of whether or not you can be bought with money.

And I? How can I be bought... I'd love to hear your take on that. *narrows her eyes just a little*

*narrows hers back, like a cat sizing up a canary*

Oh, I'd have to ask my husband, now wouldn't I? Though really, I think he's a currency all his own.

*smiles slowly, almost smirking*

I guess you would have to ask him. And, dear woman? If he's currency, who's buying whom? And what exactly is being bought? My loyalty? I'm no longer able to communicate... if it was just about that, perhaps you ought to tell him not to come to St. Mungo's to visit... I'm sure he has others to buy off that could be spending time with.

*blinks, watching her* We need to be cautious then. Don't we?

*takes a breath and raises her left sleeve to reveal pearly skin* ...I'm thinking of taking the Mark. Perhaps the Dark Lord's anger will be redirected then.

No! *sharply, harsher then he meant to, his darks and cold* I won't have my wife making my mistakes. I won't have her endangered for that- *hesitating, swallows down* You and Draco cannot be injured.

Lucius. Your mistakes are putting us at risk to be injured. *evenly*

*blinks, recoils, watching her* ...My mistakes? Narcissa. Fine. I put us in danger, but what do you think to gain from aiding him? *lowers his voice to a hushed, angry hiss* The Dark Lord won't be around forever, and when he loses, it'll be up to you to protect our family. How can do you do that if you wear his Mark?

I don't think you should worry, Narcissa. You have support and I'll care for you when you're alone.

You are very kind, Barty.

That is alright. *smiles at you*

*smiles back, kindly*

Of course *smiles* Is your husband around anywhere? Or are we alone? *smiles at you*

Quite alone, yes. *lowers her eyes some*

You don't mind being in my company do you? *strokes your jaw slowly*

(OOC: If you want to take this further we can go on my LJ if you want)

Not at all, Barty. *leans into the touch like a cat*

((That sounds just fine. ^_^))

That is..comforting *smiles slowly*

Narcissa, you are loyal to your husband..don't let me come in between you two. *I look into your eyes and smile then lean my lips close to yours*

(Ok, the new thread is one here: http://bartycrouch-jr.livejournal.com/)

You will always be a Black sister. Blacks in your blood!

*nods, agreeably* I am and I will always be. My worry is for my son.

...I cannot keep him safe, and Lucius has done a rather poor job of it.

If you cant afford failure... *looks confused*

Why do Malfoy's do it so much *bursts out laughing*

Careful it might become a habbit!

Whoops too late!

*points her wand at the boys* Do not tempt me, Boys. My patience is short and my emotions are running rampant.