Clenching her teeth, insulted, Narcissa rolled slowly onto her stomach. Sweat clung to the fabric of her dress, the resulting image being even more twisted and messy-looking. She rested on her elbows. Still, the wand did not leave her clenched hand. Shaky-voiced and still refusing to look at Andromeda, she grimaced,
"I could ask you the same thing. Should you not be out... celebrating your triumph?"