Narcissa arched an eyebrow, "Not pleased is a bit of an understatement, darling. I am not pleased. Your father is likely to be livid. At the very least I will say she has pureblood going for her. Even if it is Weasley." A faint sneer curled her upperlip.
Returning her features to placid, she offered Draco the chocolate biscuits. "Do tell me more about your training, dear. It sounds so fascinating from the little bits I've gathered."