Lucius glanced over to the doorway, to the thoroughly soaked and the faintly disgruntled Narcissa. Apparently the elements wherever she'd been were vastly more unpleasant.
"Long enough to settle," he said, drawing up Yaxley's legs a little but not sitting up yet. He turned on his side to take her appearance in fully; flattened hair and robes forsaken, though her blouse was still a little wet. A smile played across Lucius lips.
He took the paper from his chest and folded it neatly, "I was certain that Tibby told me you were shopping not swimming," he drawled, slotting the paper into its wooden stand.
Lucius leaned back, stretching his arm over his head to the jacket which hung at the end of the chaise. He drew out his wand, silently summoning one of the thick fluffy towels from upstairs.