#94—Allergic

“I want a cat.”

“We can’t get a cat, Lucius. You know that. I’m deathly allergic to them.”

“All the more reason to get one,” he smirked.

“So you want me dead, is it? I’m sure my parents would love to hear that anecdote.”

“Please, Narcissa. As if it’s such a surprise. You no longer on this planet would be euphoric for me.”

“How would you feel if I was plotting your death on a daily basis?”

“Ecstatic. Are you? It would be such a release.”

“Do you ever take me seriously?”

“Are you ginger?”

“Funny.”

“So about that cat…”