Narcissa subtly bit her bottom lip, doing her best to keep from saying something brash to the one she loved most. It was always later, when we win, someday soon. Frankly, she was sick of it. Waiting enraged her. Narcissa Malfoy was raised to wait for nothing, as she deserved immediate and complete satisfaction always. For a split second, the thought of scolding Draco for his current warped views and alliances flickered in her mind, but horrified with herself, she perished the thought.
Her deep red thumbnail grazed along the side of the locket's face. Merlin, she wanted her husband near her. Even if he no longer held the answers she required, he still had the most soothing deep voice, the perfect touch.
Softening, she tilted her head to the side inquisitively. "Tell me, angel, what have you been doing? You have been startlingly elusive as of late. You know not how it pains me." Her voice was playful, but she would not deny a bit of inner worry...