Nerezza stepped into the Malfoy Manor with ease, having always enjoyed being here. It had continuously reminded her of her childhood home with its elegance and wealth emanating from every piece of furniture and decoration. Taking light steps upon the beautiful marble floor, she was careful not to scratch it with her black stilettos. She wore a dark red dress that was very fitting and elegant. She knew that this was no formal meeting, but she always tried to look nice when she came to the Manor. She didn't want to insult one of her favorite families. She had always respected Narcissa and Lucius, even Draco. They had been faithful to the Dark Lord and his ways despite the fact of him falling from power all those years ago.
Touching a perfect caramel hand to her sleek, pulled back hair, she made sure that the bun was still intact and that no single black strand fell out of place. As she found herself in the meeting room, she made it a priority to greet the Malfoys with a smile before murmuring,
"Buona sera*! I hope that the both of you are doing quite well on this auspicious eve." She flashed them a flawless and pleasant smile, making sure that they knew she thought the highest of them. Seating herself across the table from Narcissa, the Italian noticed a look of apathy on the older woman's face. Although she didn't want to admit it to herself, she had always seen a disinterest in the elegant lady's countenance every time the Death Eaters met. She probably did not want her house to be used in such a way. Nerezza didn't blame her.
Nodding in the direction of Thaor, Nerezza threw him a flawless smile before her emeralds zipped to Ne'Os. She nearly growled. She hated the Vampire. Ever since she had first known him, she had found no reason to trust nor respect him. He was nothing to her, no matter how powerful he claimed to be. She had no care in the world of his words or his existence. Throwing a hateful glance in his direction, she turned to Archer. Although she wasn't as beautiful or exquisite as her Dark Lord had been, she was certainly devilish enough for Nerezza's following. Opening her mouth with practiced formality, she murmured,
"I was beginning to wonder what had happened to you, Signora** Archer. I am relieved to see you well." She noticed her supposed leader sitting with her feet upon the table. It shocked her that such a woman would behave in such an animalistic way in such a situation.
Nerezza may have been clinically unstable, but she knew her place among the Malfoys. She was in the presence of greatness and was sure to recognize it no matter who Sandra Archer thought she was.
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*Good evening!
**Madame/Mrs.