Release || Snily
“It’s so good to have you back, Severus,” Narcissa gushed as she squeezed Severus close for a hug, closing her eyes as she did so.
“It’s good to be back,” Severus sighed honestly, holding her close. “I felt so out of touch with the world. Thank you for holding my money for me. When I got arrested, they wanted to strip me of everything, said all my assets belonged to the Ministry,” he scoffed, shaking his head.
“We take care of our family, Severus. If you need anything, just come by and ask. Lucius should be home any minute.”
As she said that, the front door opened and in walked the blonde elitist himself, proud as always. He laid eyes on Severus and a huge grin broke out on his face as he moved forward to hug his dearest friend. “You look great, Severus.”
“Thank you,” Severus muttered as he hugged Lucius back, before retreating. “It’s good to see you.”
“Our Lord will be so pleased. He’ll want to officially give you your Mark and make you one of us!” Lucius smirked, clapping him on the back.
Severus shrugged Lucius’s arm away and furrowed his brows, shaking his head. “Lucius, I’m not getting back into all that shit. I was in Azkaban for two years. I’m not going back, you couldn’t fucking pay me enough money to go back to all that and risk getting thrown away for good. I’m on probation as it is. I’m lucky that man didn’t end up dying, else I’d have been in there for far longer!” Severus protested, throwing his hands up. “I’m not coming back. I’m not living that life again.”
“Well, we’ll talk about it. You need some rest,” Lucius nodded, disregarding Severus’s feelings. “We kept your house clean and tended to, so everything should be as it was. Dobby has been looking after most everything, but you can’t keep him, Severus, he’s mine.”
“I don’t want an elf,” Severus sighed as he ran a hand through his tangled hair. He knew he didn’t look anything remotely close to good, he didn’t even bloody feel good. The Manor had been the first place he thought to come, and not to mention Narcissa had been the one who picked him up from the Ministry. He just wanted to go home, shower, get the mess out of his hair, and sleep for an eternity.
One year later…
Severus lounged in Narcissa’s chair, toying with his renaissance doctor’s mask that he was due to wear for their masquerade that night. “Why do I always have to attend your nonsense, Cissykins?”
“Don’t call me that,” Narcissa groaned with a roll of her eyes. Her darling sister had given her that nickname when they were children and she hated it! “You always have to attend because I want you to, Severus, and I miss you.”
“I’ve been out of Azkaban for a year,” Severus chuckled, shaking his head.
Narcissa huffed and ignored his quip, then turned to him with two pairs of earrings. “Which do you think I should wear tonight? The diamonds or the pearls?”
Severus regarded them carefully and thought for a moment, then pointed to the diamonds. “Those.”
“Hmm… I think the pearls will look better,” she shrugged, turning back to her mirror to put them in.
Severus scoffed and put his hands up. “Why even ask me if you’re just going to do what you want anyway?”
“I was hoping you’d give the right answer,” Narcissa giggled, before walking to her wardrobe to shimmy her tight dress on. “Come zip me up.”
“You have a husband to do this for you,” he sighed, standing up to help her with her dress. “I find it very disconcerting that you two are so casual with parading around in next to nothing around me. You especially. If I were Lucius, I wouldn’t even let you out of the house for fear of another man breathing in your direction.”
“We’ve all been close since you were eleven, Severus, you’re like my little brother slash son.”
“Don’t say that to me ever again.”
Severus stood at the refreshments table, trying to decide between several different choices of vintage they had on display. He finally picked out a nice red and took a sip, hovering around the ball. As always, the Malfoy shindig was a hit and everyone seemed to be having a grand time. These parties often reminded him of The Great Gatsby with their extravagance and obvious expense.
Meanwhile, Marlene McKinnon entered the Manor with her dearest friend on her arm. “Thanks for coming with me, Lil. Narcissa is about the only one I can stand out of all these pigs. She would have noticed if I didn’t come. But let’s try and have a good time, hmm? If anything, I’m sure you and I both can find a handsome, rich bloke to spoil us tonight! Or spoil our Gringotts accounts,” she giggled, before separating from her to go say hello to their gracious hosts.