"Amycus Carrow?" Narcissa couldn't hide her surprise when she learned who had attacked her son. It wasn't as if she hadn't been expecting it to be a Death Eater, but to learn that it really had been one… well, she needed a drink. Getting up, she went to where Lucius kept his liquor and poured herself a glass of scotch. Not her usual drink of choice, but she needed something strong to calm her nerves.
"And what lesson was that?" she asked sharply, looking again at Draco. Narcissa didn't like the faint hint of pride in his voice when he spoke of learning a lesson.