Porphyria did not mind talking at all, and though she had not been especially trying to provoke a reaction with the last remark, it seemed to have gotten one - and if she needed any proof that Mrs. Malfoy carried a torch for poetry, that would certainly do. She peered at Mrs. Malfoy in delight.
“From pride, and vainer ties dissever, and give herself to me for ever.” Porphyria finished the phrase, beaming - which was more a kneejerk response than anything, given all the Browning recitations she had done over the years. It was probably fortunate she hadn’t gone straight for the jugular with and strangled her; as graciously as Mrs. Malfoy had taken her remark, talking fondly of murdering her might have been a little far, and killed this acquaintanceship just as fast. Maybe.
“But at the same time, I am quite envious of your name,” Phyri mused more quietly, half to herself. Forgetting all Malfoys and Crouches, that was what she had first thought the most intriguing thing about the woman. “November.” It was a particularly dreary month, eerie and dark, just the sort she liked. She would ask more about it, but she had priorities. “You care for poetry, then?” she asked, though with a quirk of her lips that anticipated the answer. “Any favourites?”
“From pride, and vainer ties dissever, and give herself to me for ever.” Porphyria finished the phrase, beaming - which was more a kneejerk response than anything, given all the Browning recitations she had done over the years. It was probably fortunate she hadn’t gone straight for the jugular with and strangled her; as graciously as Mrs. Malfoy had taken her remark, talking fondly of murdering her might have been a little far, and killed this acquaintanceship just as fast. Maybe.
“But at the same time, I am quite envious of your name,” Phyri mused more quietly, half to herself. Forgetting all Malfoys and Crouches, that was what she had first thought the most intriguing thing about the woman. “November.” It was a particularly dreary month, eerie and dark, just the sort she liked. She would ask more about it, but she had priorities. “You care for poetry, then?” she asked, though with a quirk of her lips that anticipated the answer. “Any favourites?”
a sublime set by Lady! <3