Narcissa + Open (Multiples good)
Narcissa knew this wasn't the time or the place for anger. She had a responsibility to the museum to make sure that this evening went off without a hitch, she couldn't spend any more time thinking about Minerva McGonagall's infuriating hypocrisy. So she put it out of her mind, shoved down any lingering anger, and focused on the task at hand. Her attention was needed to put out no less than half a dozen metaphorical fires, and it was a half hour before she could rejoin the party.
This was her night, and she wouldn't let that Gryffindor harpy ruin it. With a fresh champagne glass in hand, a beaming smile on her face, she surveyed the guests with satisfaction. She would socialize a little more, and forget all about her conversation with the Professor. She wouldn't let that woman have the satisfaction of ruining her night.