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Not as successful as we hoped, milaya, but not as bad as it could have been, at least.

I hope you realise I have no interest in being your jailer; as far as I am concerned you are family sheltering here in extremis, not anything more sinister. The lotus suite is yours for as long as you have need of it, and you may direct Berry to change anything about it that does not suit you. Barty and I are accustomed to drinks and discussion in the library in the evenings when we are both free; you are invited to join us whenever you would like. Likewise, if there is anyone you would like to see, or any company that would be a comfort, invite them at any time; you need not ask permission.

I cannot ease your pain, nor the indignity of confinement, but I hope you will treat this as your own home, however unpleasant the circumstances that led to you being forced to it.

Date: 2014-07-02 04:14 am (UTC)
alt_narcissa: (22)
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Yes, it could have been worse. Though one wonders if it's worth the bother, in some ways.

Forgive me, Toshenka, if I seem short or snappish. You have been grace itself. And this - prison, for want of a kinder term, is at least more comfortable than that afforded Lucius.

I am not half as upset as I suppose I should be at the thought of Cadmus Mulciber wandering the halls of Kensington. It should enrage me but in truth I'm not sure I could stand the place anymore. It would just feel impossibly empty now. Thank Merlin we at least had time to send the elves for any personal items, or I should be entirely justified in burning it to the ground to keep Muciber's grimy paws off anything of import.

As for seeing anyone ... no. The only people I want to see are you, and Barty and Rod. Perhaps Mother. Though maybe not quite yet.

And Lucius. But that it seems is not to be allowed.

Date: 2014-07-02 04:43 am (UTC)
alt_narcissa: (17)
From: [personal profile] alt_narcissa
If there is one thing about Kensington I shall miss, it's Mr Cooper's installations. Not to mention their value, which rose alarmingly when he passed so suddenly. But they would never look right in the Manor's gardens, truly.

It is good to know that we may be able to send him some creature comforts. Poor man, you know how he detests chocolate but he will simply have to endure it. He's ever so particular about his linen, however, so perhaps in your next shipment we may contrive to include fresh robes.

I admit a potion-induced sleep might be pleasantly the thing. As for tea ... I don't suppose you have any chamomile with lemon infusion, Tosha? If so, it would be welcome.