Narcissa was surprised by his behavior; he never treated her like this. She eyed his suspiciously before taking his offered hand and stepping through the portrait.
"You didn't hear?" she asked, finding that hard to believe. That little mudblood was the talk of the school and everyone seemed to have theories to the attack. The professors had been rather hushed about it, but she was sure they were trying to find ways to find the student. If word got out to the parents what had happened...well, it wouldn't be good.
"I suppose one of our fellow students was kidnapped. A mudblood in Gryffindor."