Clorinda, Narcissa
Narcissa quite enjoyed shopping on Diagon Alley. It wasn't as pleasant as the Wizarding quarter in Paris or Rome, but she enjoyed being seen and seeing the people. She also enjoyed showing Draco off; he was such a well behaved and handsome boy, already well-versed in social graces. She did, of course, always travel with a House Elf, who could return Draco to the manor the moment the young boy got tired or whiny. Narcissa loved her son, but she did not tolerate misbehavior in public.
Today, Draco had happily gone home with Dobby, new broomstick in hand. It was perhaps a smidge larger than a seven year old boy needed, but Draco had always been broom mad and the Cleansweep 7 was the newest and best model on the market. This particular model had safety features designed for the pre-Hogwarts population, and there were other protections at the Manor that would keep Draco closer to the ground than he may have liked. And if Dobby let anything happen to her baby, he would suffer for it. She wouldn't enjoy it, but Dobby knew his place and was quite fond of Draco as it was.
Once Draco was on his way home, she walked towards Madame Malkin's where she was due for her final fitting for the Gala. She'd had a new dress robe specially made, and she was quite looking forward to showing it off. She didn't hurry; there was plenty of time before her appointment, and she also enjoyed watching the hustle and bustle of Diagon Alley in the weeks before school began again.
As she walked, she spotted a familiar blond head walking her way. There was a moment where she could have changed paths, avoided the other woman, but she dismissed it. Clorinda Hopkirk was a colleague of sorts, and despite their differences Narcissa could tolerate her well enough. So instead, she angled towards the woman with a genuine smile.