#64—Nap

“Lucius. Lucius! What do you think you’re doing?”

“Well, I was taking a nap. I would have thought that was obvious.” Lucius rolled over on the couch and sat up, rubbing his eyes.

Narcissa threw a pillow at his head and started to walk away. “Get up. We have that dinner party in an hour. I don’t want to be late.”

“Then shouldn’t you be halfway to dressed already? Or have you already shellacked your face?”

“Funny. Get ready. I’m not the only prima donna in the house.”

“Please, woman. Don’t project. It’s not a very admirable quality for you.”