Narcissa had been looking forward to this moment all evening. The ball itself was lovely, and she was in good company, but she loved to dance. Dreaded it when she was the age of most of the girls in the room, yes, for multiple reasons. Now she had Lucius, her ideal partner in so many ways - tonight, on the dance floor.
She followed him, pressing a kiss to his cheek, and moved into his arms with the ease of long practice as they began to dance. For a while she smiled up at him, but then couldn't resist resting her head on his shoulder. It was nice to enjoy the finer things in their lives, and Narcissa was extremely appreciative of the fact that they were all here to appreciate them.