Minerva & Narcissa
Narcissa did not work for the museum. She wss not the Director, a docent, a curator or a restoration expert. She sat on the board it was true, but so did a dozen other witches and wizards. However, semantics asise, everyone kenw that the museum was hers. Nothing went on that she didn't know about or approve of, and everyone from the groundskeeper to the Direcror answered to her. She ruled her little kingdom tightly, and in the past seven years since she'd taken over the board, the Museum's reputation has begun to rise again. Tonight's Gala was the most well attended yet.
She stood slightly apart from the crowd, watching the interactions, listening to the reacrions, and sipping from her champagne. Her elecrric blue handmade dress robes were the height of fashion, and her hair was curled and teased in the most current trend, but wven she couldn't outshine the Morgana exhibit. And that was just the way she wanted it.
When the initial crowd had faded back, she made her way over. She wasnt the only one, but Narcissa simply smiled at Minerva McGonagall. "What do you think, Profrssor?" She didn't necrssarily care what McGonagall thought, but she was an expert at the necessary social graces.