𝗯𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗮𝗻'𝘀 𝗯𝗹𝘂𝗳𝗳, theodore nott

˗ˋ 04

CHAPTER FOUR
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-: sixth year :-

── IN WHICH CERISE
RISES EARLY

. . .

IT WAS AS THOUGH THERE HAD been no such interruption in the night prior, because despite Theo and Blaise witnessing Narcissa Malfoy taking both her son and his girlfriend out of the room, neither had the energy nor the soberness to remain awake. But when they did emerge from the depths of their subconcious, they had returned and as had the daytime; light was pouring through the open windows of the Malfoy manor. 

Theo blinked awake, smearing away the bleariness of sleep as he sat up. Collapsed on the mattress beside him was a rumpled looking Draco, who had his arm thrown out like he had been holding someone all night and was still in the suit he was wearing the night before, albeit several buttons undone for comfort. Blaise was still tucked up in the corner, using his arm as a pillow but.. 

"Morning, Teddy." His eyes were drawn over to the windowsill, where he couldn't help but marvel at the sight which greeted him. Cerise was sat on the frame of now open window that framed either side of Draco's bed, and like the rest of them she was still in the same dress from the night before - nude tulle covered in diamond-encrusted black butterflies - except now her sleeves and neckline had slipped down comfortably, and there was a cigarette between her fingers. "Sleep well?"

"Not particularly after Blaise and I watched Mrs Malfoy escorting you back to the meeting." Theo admitted as he pushed himself up, fingers digging into the mattress below him. He carefully extracted himself from the confines of the twisted sheets. 

"You saw that?" Cerise took another drag, smoke directed out of the window and into the blue-skies of the sunny morning. "Well, I can't suppose neither of us had considered the fact that Narcissa, despite her best attempts, would fail to only wake me and Draco. Come, sit."

Theo did as he was told, standing up and only pausing for a moment so that he didn't end up staggering half way there due to a sudden blood rush to his head. "So, did you and the boyfriend enjoy your alone time with the Dark Lord?" He asked, as he took a seat on the window beside her and allowed his legs to hang out, very much aware they were directly above the self-pruning bushes that decorated the paved patio below. 

"We weren't alone. We we were just re-instated into the meeting. Conversations seemed to have been had, because I wasn't threatened with the Mark anymore." Cerise shrugged, as though they were merely talking about the weather. "Here." She held out the cigarette, watching as Theo eyed it. "You've been up long enough that it isn't weird."

"Is this all you consume these days? Cigarettes and-" he leant down, fingers wrapped around a bottle that lay discarded by the nightstand "- cheap Firewhiskey?" Theo waved the bottle around, perhaps a little too languidly as they watched as it slipped from his fingers and went crashing onto the ground below, breaking instantly and the liquid bleeding out in pools of amber. 

"That's such a waste." Cerise eyed the remains with disappointment, reaching her hand out for the cigarette again. "Huh, what a shame. How long do you think it'll take for someone to find it?"

"A while. I don't suppose many people are around at this time of day.. or at all in this house. I suppose Bellatrix is staying here after her escape from Azkaban?" Theo hummed as he passed the smoke once again.