There really was no way to describe this evening. Lucius treasured his home comforts, the security it provided, the sense of belonging (for it had been the Malfoy family home for nearly six-hundred years). He refused to accept it at first, it was a prank, obviously. Not a very amusing one, but then the Weasleys never had been particularly amusing. He'd been wrenched from his home and forced into this rabbit hutch. (Or was this was an acceptable size for a home?)
As clichéd as it may sound, Narcissa always had a way of making him feel better during impossible situations, and this was no exception. Her hand against his skin produced the first genuine smile of the evening. "Cissy...I can't tell you how relieved I am to see you." he sighed, placing his hand upon her shoulder.