Andromeda did not immediately notice Narcissa. Her mind still fluttered with thoughts of the battle, and she had simply assumed that her visitor was her daughter, ready to preen over her and make sure she was scratch-free.
But as she moved towards the kitchen, she saw a flash of blonde hair and her breath caught in her throat. Her sister was laying sprawled rather inelegantly across her living room floor, her hair unkempt and strewn about her like a mangled halo.
Andromeda was unsure of what to do - why was she here? And why was she gripping her wand so tightly? Surely she should be with the rest of her family and mourning or...something. Not laying in the middle of her house.
She felt a nagging twist in her stomach, and she was suddenly full of apprehension, even if she knew that Narcissa was harmless. No doubt she must be here for harsh words. After all, Andromeda deserved them, and she would allow her distraught sister to hurt her with them.
But as Andromeda watched, Narcissa didn't seem to move. She simply allowed tears to flow from her eyes as she took a deep breath, seemingly staring past the ceiling on which her eyes were pointed.