The Parlor- 10.15 to 1.00 am (Narcissa & Open.)
It was Narcissa's tradition at her balls to 'make rounds' after supper was finished- through the ballroom, peek in the study, stroll briefly through the gardens, and finally end up in the parlor. She often wished she could stay and join the rainbow of whirling couples in the ballroom, but duties as a hostess came first. Right now, Narcissa appeared to be surveying the room, but a close observer would notice the house elf and smashed champagne flutes at her feet.
"I cannot believe you would humiliate me in this manner. Back to kitchens this instant. You are not fit to serve in polite company." She hissed, barely moving her lips. Clumsy house elves could ruin a party, and Narcissa was very glad Druella had not witnessed this. Smoothing her skirts and changing her expression to the charming society smile, Narcissa continued towards the cluster of chairs nearby.