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[pridegoesbefore]

[Dressed to impress (because she really does look lovely in Dior, and why buck a trend?), Narcissa glances about the room. Spying what she hoped not to, her eyes narrow slightly, and she steps neatly away from the mistletoe attempting to be innocent nearby.]

--I think not.

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[surreptitiousone]

[The demon Prince of Sloth is being true to his name and lying flat out on a sofa, making shadows around him dance idly to pass the time. He's been here a while -- who knows how long, really -- and is finding it quite to his liking. No work, all play; who can complain?

There's a cigarette smouldering in his hand, forgotten, ash dropping to the floor.]