Narcissa stepped in before him and took a seat perched tentatively on a small sofa. It was comforting that it was a small, unoccupied room. She waited for him to close the door, then she drew her wand and cast a silencing spell upon it.
She turned her attention to him, pursing her lips. "My meeting with Draco went very well. He seems to be an intelligent young man with impeccable manners. I think there is something troubling him, but I wasn't sure how to address it." She frowned a little more. It wasn't Lucius' fault, of course, that she was unsure of the proper motherly procedure. She wondered if he had sensed the same thing, or if Draco had confided in him.