This isn't happening

[Madeline Speare]

I sat in the living room, not looking at anything in particular.
I really didn't want to be here, but not like I had much of a choice.
Getting dragged out of the house by four known dangerous Death Eaters when your almost four months pregnant is a pretty hard thing to do.
It had something to do with the Dark Lord, big surprise there.
I glance at my left arm, hating how much clearer the mark was showing up before tugging on the sleeve of the jacket I was wearing, then realize the jacket was Ian's.
My stomach gives an unpleasant lurch at the thought of him.
He'd probably be freaking out, along with the rest of the family.
"This isn't happening." I mumble, leaning forward putting my face in my hands, hearing footsteps upstairs,"This isn't happening."

[malfoy]

Lucius was wandering around upstairs, as he usually was, with nothing better to do with his time when he heard movement downstairs. He stopped on the upstairs landing, poised and listening as male voices faded away along with a few sets of footsteps into another room.
Curious in spite of himself, he made his way swiftly and silently down the staircase, pausing in the doorway to the iving room, a smirk uncurling at his lips.
"Would you look at that?" He laughed, voice completely devoid of mirth, "Did someone hire a slut or did you come here just to relive old times?"

[Madeline Speare]

I hear a familair voice and I can't stop the slight shudder that runs down my back.
I glance up, eyes narrowing slightly.
"Well, well." I shoot back,"Still living with dear ole mummy, are we Lucy?"

[malfoy]

He ignored her comment, watching her in an unnerving way, studying her before saying finallly, "What are you doing here? It's not like Father to suffer the presence of blood traitors anywhere near here."

[Madeline Speare]

I shove my hands into my jacket pockets, trying to stop them from shaking.
I'm not afraid of you anymore.
"That's something I'd like answered too." I mumble, not meeting his gaze.