"Hm, yes. Anyone can throw a quaint little shindig-" here she kept herself from making a comment about a certain redhaired woman, "-but it takes something different to throw a real party." she shrugged. "In my opinion."
Narcissa watched the girl out of the corner of her eye and noted that she kept fidgeting. Was she that intimidating of a person? Or was it just their mutual past? Regardless, something in her wanted to mend whatever it was between them. Old war wounds and such.
Narcissa chuckled softly, Hermione's picture of her schooldays reflecting similarly of her own. She had always been a book worm, always in the library. Until Lucius or Bellatrix would drag her out for "better things". "That was about when I started as well. The elves at Hogwarts always knew exactly how I took my tea."
Raising a brow as Hermione quickly paid for them, she nodded graciously. "Thank you Hermione." she smiled softly. "Really though, you mustn't waste money on me. After the inheritance, I have more money than I know what to do with." she chuckled. After Bellatrix died, Narcissa had inherited all of the Black wealth that was left, along with the hefty sum granted in the divorce.
"If you would like." Narcissa said with a shrug. For some reason the thought of Hermione with a date irked her. She didn't know why. "I myself don't have one, but I know many others will."