Paris' parents had, in Paris' opinion, graciously allowed her to stay in the Manor, though she was all too aware it was for the namesake's benefit, not her own. And they had given Madyson the nursery in which Paris had occupied when she was young. Paris, though her time was always limited, probably spent more time with her child than most pureblood mothers did. In fact, she rather enjoyed her time with Madyson, despite the memories of Justin she provoked.
As it were, it was about mid-afternoon and the Manor was deserated except for the elves, the nanny, Madyson, and herself. Her parents were at some luncheon type thing they had tried to drag her to as well, luckily she'd been granted a reprieve from going and they'd be gone for hours. It left Paris with nothing to do really, and lately that was how she liked it. She sat indian style in a plush pink chair, baby Maddy in her arms, smiling and tapping her nose.
It was simple here, in this room, just her and Madyson. As young as she was Paris rather liked the idea of being a mother, and actually being a mother too. Though, she knew with the her master and the Death Eaters gaining notorioty these days in the nursery would be short-lived.
She was so absorbed in her thoughts and the quiet but giggly nature of her daughter that she'd failed to realize the house elves had allowed anyone in, much less escorted them up to the nursery to find her.
Marni Karrigan //
love to save the pain of once my flame and twice my burn



