Narcissa was surprised to see a child, though only mildly so, considering at the tender age of 16, her son had been forced to take the Dark Mark and fight along side He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Name. She regarded him careful, head slightly canted to the right. She did not stare long before returning her attention to Tia Dalma, but if he made eye contact, she did well to bow her head in recognition.