Now, it was an easy task for Narcissa Malfoy to be allowed about Hogwarts. Past, unsavory affiliations were almost completely attributed to her husband, the Malfoys were generous financial donors to the school, and for quite some time now, the woman and her Draco had been very, very good. It was almost funny how forgiving an establishment the School of Witchcraft & Wizardry could be, but in her opinion, she deserved every bit of reverence and trust she received.
The Potions Master had not been down in the dungeons where she had known him to be during Draco's education. Having to seek him out was highly inconvenient. How dare Snape wander! They had not even talked yet and already she was finding him unacceptably rude- as always. The addition of Faustus was no help. Narcissa's stride was long and brisk, and the little wretch's ability to keep up left much to be desired.
At last the pair approached a very familiar walking cloud of black, and Mrs. Malfoy put on her sweetest smile. Placing her pale hands gently on the younger Snape's shoulders, she cleared her throat daintily to catch the man's attention. "Severus, my prince," she said with sugar, "I do believe I have something that belongs to you, yes?"