chthonya | Home sweet home

Congratulations
to

ashfae and

randomchris.
If I'd realised you were so close I'd have dropped by to say that in person, but from what I heard you certainly didn't need me there to have a good time! May your home always be a happy one...

And thank you to everyone who posted their support after my last couple of entries. I hope to catch up with things soon - I'm still reeling from getting my life back from the clutches of the opera. (Will post something about that presently, though photos may have to wait a while.)

So... I can't believe it's been a month since my last drabble - I wasn't going to partcipate this week either, and so I saw this challenge too late, but I couldn't resist as it's one of my favourite topics. (But where,

_lady_narcissa_, was the decorator?!)

In the Manor of a Malfoy
They had no right to be here, running puny wands along polished bookcases, peering into stone fireplaces as if to divine the ancient bones of the place.

But, although the Master protested loudly, he restrained the house from doing likewise. This threat was not so great: he would keep the manor’s secrets, and it would keep his.

So he laughed when they mentioned a secret chamber. Surely, he said, Arthur Weasley’s brood had read too many bedtime stories.

Besides, no Malfoy secret chamber would allow itself to be found.

The Master smiled when they left.

The Manor smiled with him.