Narcissa was startled from her reverie by a man speaking her name. Despite having only just thought of Severus as a grown adult, seeing him was momentarily disorienting. He looked at him without recognition for several beats, delicately shaped eyebrows drawing together slightly. Then her eyes widened in shock.
Merlin, he looked dreadful, poor man.
"Severus?" she asked, still astonished, though recognition had fully dawned. It could be no other, despite how changed he was.