The Pride of the Malfoys

Madame Malfoy

After several days out in their parents hideout, Scorpius and Cienna along with the others returned to Malfoy Manor. It was quite a gloomy atmosphere, considering the recent death of Lucius. Narcissa sat in one of the carved chairs in the drawing room, draped in somber Victorian-style robes, with a black, lace veil covering her face. Hermione frowned as she saw tears streaming down the poor witch's face, stained with mascara. On the other side of the room, lay Lucius in a charcoal black coffin, with a silver snake and the Malfoy family crest printed into the wood. His blonde hair with grey streaks laid spread on the coffin pillow while his chin pointed out. "Where is he getting buried?" asked Draco. "Out in the family cemetery behind the Quidditch Pitch" sobbed Narcissa as she dabbed at her eyes with a pink handkerchief. "I think it's best we leave her alone while she digests this terrible news" sighed Umbridge. Snape walked out of the room, followed by all other adults. Cienna stayed in the room with her grandmother. "Look, Grandma, I know you are still very shaken by Grandpa's death, but I'm here to admit I'm gay, just like Scorpius" she sighed. Narcissa's face went from sorrow to a mix of anger and shock. "How could you? First him, then you? Your ending the Malfoy family line here! Adopted children won't work, Lucius would be rolling around in his grave!" yelled Narcissa. The Malfoy maiden threw her glass of sherry at the canvas on the wall, smashing the glass. Cienna had a stern look on her face. "You've been drinking! You can't box us out like this, it's terribly unhealthy" snapped Cienna. "What can I do? I have two gay grandchildren, think of the judgement from the other Pure-blood families, our ruling status over other Pure-blood elites is vanquished, all over the choice of your partner in bed!' she screamed. "May I say your sister Bellatrix had a couple of lesbian encounters before she met Uncle Rodo!" replied Cienna. "Rubbish! That's a filthy lie, why would my sister do that? She's the most prejudiced witch going around?" questioned Narcissa as she arose from her seat and pointed her wand at Cienna in a threatening way. Unable to contain herself, Cienna stunned her grandmother. Narcissa hit the back wall before crashing into the carpet below. As the poor witch spluttered blood on the rug, Cienna stood over angrily "Ask your mother about Bella's encounters, Madame!" growled Cienna as she stormed out and slammed the oak door shut. After a few big strides, she realised what she had done. She eventually cried her way to her bedroom, deaf to the moaning whimpers of a scarred Narcissa in the drawing room