Narcissa was not pleased. Since she'd been there, her sister Andromeda had avoided her, her sister Bellatrix had wandered off into the woods in a snit, her son had picked a fight with Bellatrix, although he, at least, seemed to want to see her. She didn't know Draco, but she did as well. She felt an affinity towards him even though he didn't exist yet where she'd come from.
Lucius Malfoy, well, she did know him, though not well. But she'd been thinking about it, trying to imagine how it might seem to him, and she wasn't at all pleased that he hadn't sought her out sooner.
She found the library easily, and stepped into the doors, glancing around. Her gaze settled on the familiar man behind the desk, and she walked right over to him. "Mr. Malfoy. I'm sorry to have kept you waiting," she said crisply.