"It's alright." Narcissa said with a wave of her hand. Really, it was less about the name's reputation, Merlin knows Black is no better, but more of the connection to the man. Narcissa's marraige had been an arranged one, not uncommon in pureblood society, and had been a loveless one. The only thing that she cared about in life were her family were her sisters and her son.
Nodding politely to the assistant, Narcissa made no other note of him. She took the tea from Hermione and blew on it to cool it gently. She thought she caught Hermione's eyes lingering on her and raised a curious brow, but did not draw any attention to it, just paid more attention to the young woman.
Narcissa let out an annoyed groan, not her usual response to such situations, but she was used to getting her way. She didn't know how to react to things not going her way. Yet, with the grace of any supposed perfect pureblood wife, she mad the groan sound regal. "What will this 'monitoring' entail? I won't have all day to spend checking in with you."
"Of course." Nercissa said, reaching into the clutch she had brought with her and took out a few small pieces of parchment that she quickly charmed to full size and placed them on Hermione's desk. "All ready to be filed away." she said with a small hint of sarcasm.