As she heard the younger witch grant her entrance, Narcissa drew in a breath, again steeling her icy demeanor as she opened the office door and entered, quickly taking stock of the room as she did so, avoiding Hermione's gaze.
Once she finished looking around the room, Narcissa's piercing blue eyes fell on Hermione and gave the girl a polite smile, looking her over. The girl had certainly grown up. Before she was only a young witch to Narcissa, an innocent girl caught in the fate of a war much bigger than her. But now, in this office, it was clear to Narcissa that Hermione was indeed a woman. With nice curves and all..
"Hello Miss Granger." she said as she was done surveying the young woman. She took Hermione's hand and shook it, oddly professional for the two's shared history. "I've been informed you are the one assigned to look over the charity ball I wish to throw?" she asked evenly. "I assure you I've hosted these things many times before, I do not need an overseer."