When Amycus first came up, Narcissa had thought it was Lucius the way he had brushed her hair back. She recovered from her surprise fairly well, giving Amycus a welcoming smile. She had been worried about her friend ever since their journal conversation. He had seemed so distant and upset, but not interested in sharing just yet. She knew he just needed some time and her own had been occupied as of late. But now she didn't have anything else to do and stood up, smoothing her skirt down.
"I would love to," she said, his true intentions not known. "Anywhere in particular?"