Who: Narcissa Malfoy and Antonin Dolohov What: Narcissa checks up on an old friend. When: The weekend before the party Where: Antonin's place
It had been far too long since Narcissa had seen her old friend Antonin. Being a socialite and the wife of Lucius Malfoy meant that she made everyone else's business her own business; after all, knowledge is power. Still, it was her enemies she kept close, but her friends she kept the closest. Antonin being a friend meant that his well being meant a lot to her, and she knew that he could sometimes become a bit of a recluse. She hadn't remember if she received an RSVP owl from him yet about the party and made a mental note to check when she got home, or to casually bring it up as a topic of conversation.
Dressed in what she would call 'casual clothing' Narcissa aparrated to the outskirts of the little Irish town that Antonin lived near. She caught sight of his home instantly and make her way towards it. Her heels clicked unpleasantly on the dirt road and Narcissa did her best to pay no mind to it, but it grew harder as she neared her destination.
One shaked of her blonde head was all she needed to clear her mind and set her focus on her friend before raising her slender hand to knock at the door.