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[Minimal exploration of her surroundings yielding nothing more than a generalised map of the area in her head, Narcissa gives up on hoping the castle is anything remotely similar to Hogwarts and opts to investigate her smartphone away from prying eyes.
Or so she believes.
Niches in semi-abandoned castles don't tend to serve as displays for long legs crossed at the ankle, and if other explorers - or simply the curious - were to take a closer inspection, they'll discover a blonde head bent over the infernal device, artlessly tumbled curls concealing an expression of extreme irritation.]
Oh, for Merlin's sake. Work, you horrid thing.
[She's not one for technology, and has only succeeded in making it beep plaintively at her. Assistance would be welcomed, though she may not say so.]
Or so she believes.
Niches in semi-abandoned castles don't tend to serve as displays for long legs crossed at the ankle, and if other explorers - or simply the curious - were to take a closer inspection, they'll discover a blonde head bent over the infernal device, artlessly tumbled curls concealing an expression of extreme irritation.]
Oh, for Merlin's sake. Work, you horrid thing.
[She's not one for technology, and has only succeeded in making it beep plaintively at her. Assistance would be welcomed, though she may not say so.]