Narcissa's hand snapped forward for her wand the instant Sylar thought it was all right to touch her things without permission...until she saw exactly what it was he was doing. Amongst showing off, he was proving himself to be anything but some pitiful Muggle. She watched with an amused air about her, the sour look melting away somewhere between telekinesis and manipulation of ice.
When Edric entered the room, that grin evolved into a full fledged smile and the woman glowed. In two noiseless glides, she was at the elder Nott's side, placing a chaste kiss on his cheek before lightly resting a hand on his shoulder. Narcissa absolutely loved it when he claimed her, whether in the presence of men or women. "I rather think we should hear this one out, love. He seems to posses a different sort of magic." She tilted her head up towards him, raising a brow to silently communicate that this Sylar could potentially be of use, if not aide them and their Dark Lord.