Lucretia Prewett Black

[alt_lucius]

The Black family have asked me to communicate our thanks and acknowledgements to all who forwarded condolences on behalf of Mrs Lucretia Black Prewett.

The memorial service shall be held tomorrow at ten o'clock in the morning. There will be an announcement in the Evening Prophet with the details. The family have asked that her entombment be private: Family members and close friends only. To assure that these wishes are honoured, we are withholding the location at this time. Those who are invited have received owls.

A public reception will follow at Kensington on Monday afternoon beginning at three o'clock.

Comments

[alt_bellatrix]

Terrible shame. She's not so much older than Mother, after all.

I do hope she remembered how much I admired a certain dagger she had in her collection. And my husband was always so curious about its unique properties, as well.

[alt_lucius]

Fox-Burton has been maddeningly recalcitrant to reveal any of the details of her will. I suspect that his reluctance may relate to Lucretia's regrettable tendency toward forgetfulness.

One would think that important items, however, should have been foremost in her thoughts when consulting him.

[alt_bellatrix]

Forgetfulness?

She better not have...

Well, we shall know soon enough.

[alt_lucius]

Indeed. We needn't put the carriage before the Abraxan, of course.

Narcissa found a quantity of parchment with Lucretia's hand-written notes. We shall see whether the will concurs with her expressed wishes per that documentation. Soon enough this business will be concluded, at least.

[alt_narcissa]

Dearest, it's no use. It seems to make no difference your attempting to stand between us and the populace - or the press. How soon can you get back to the Manor?

[alt_lucius]

What - do you mean to say someone is there now?

[alt_narcissa]

It's that Doyle chap again. I've sent him off, don't worry. I could use some assistance with Mr Sinclair, when you can break away.

[alt_lucius]

If you can hold the line for another half-hour, I ought to be able to settle things here for the week-end.

[alt_narcissa]

I can manage until then, love.

He just has so many questions and Walburga does insist on wringing her hands over them.

[alt_lucius]

I am leaving Buckingham presently.