Once Narcissa was gone, Hermione swallowed hard, took a deep breath, and tried to calm her anxiety. She had been in the company of, and handled herself well, against people who had done far worse and looked down upon her far more than Narcissa Black. It should be easy to handle her by comparison.
Even though she told herself that, something in the back of her mind didn't let her believe it.
Arriving in a bar, one that didn't look quite ritzy enough for what she assumed Narcissa's taste to be, Hermione carefully schooled her features as to not reveal that thought on her face.
Waiting for Narcissa to lead on, she really hoped that they would find a good cup of tea soon.
"So, how has your planning been going so far?" she asked, wanting to avoid an awkward silence with a bit of small talk.