Positively dumbfounded by Andromeda's capacity to lie, Narcissa gathered the energy to move. Slowly, methodically, like a curl of smoke rising into the air, the woman climbed from her place on the floor to a haughty, too-proud stand. Though her spine was straight as a pole with Malfoy arrogance, Mrs. Malfoy looked as if her neck could not hold the weight of her head. It rolled from side to side as she finally looked toward her inferior sister.
"Madness is not the word," she said, releasing an odd little laugh.
"Indeed, Andi," she hated that nickname, "who could celebrate in the face of such a travesty? Who in this world could possibly rejoice in eliminating something so immaculate?" She touched her wand mockingly to her lips, as if thinking.
Finally, "Oh my, yes, how could I forget? Perhaps the envious, filthy Mudblood-lover who murdered him!" Still quiet, she giggled coldly, inhumanely. "How... could we have forgotten?"