Narcissa had taken a seat when she did not first see her grandson and waited patiently for him to arrive. It was impossible to miss him, even if he hadn't approached her. Without meaning to, she whispered her son's name, so sure that this boy was her son and not a future grandchild, but the eyes gave him away and she excused herself. "So sorry, but you look so like your father..."
She worried her lower lip, restraining herself from snatching him into a hug. "Yes, it is me...I know it is a silly request, but would it be alright if I embraced you?" She felt foolish asking, but she didn't yet know the boundaries of their relationship.