DANCE FLOOR
Narcissa had arrived in a brilliant blue gown with white trim, her hair swept up in an up-do. She was sad that she had no official escort tonight, instead arriving with her family. She had hoped that Lucius would have asked her, but knew it was not in his place to choose for such an event. When she had seen the invitation she had felt a flutter in her heart. It was a great feat for Abraxas Malfoy to retire and leave Lucius the heir of their estate and name. It also meant that Lucius would need to find himself a wife.
After their moment in the potions storeroom, she had known that he would be the man she would marry. It was like an understanding was born that night and while their situations may not have changed outwardly, she finally knew that he felt the same for her. She wished their relationship could grow further, but had not pressed the subject any more. He would make the announcement soon enough and she would wait with baited breath.
She had stood with her sister for most of the night, giving idle chatter even though Bellatrix did not care. She was sure her sister just craved her company so Rodolphus would not come near, but Narcissa knew that would only last so long. She excused herself as pureblood wizards lined up to ask for a dance, yet none of them were the men she was seeking.
After the last dance she sweetly declined the others, saying she needed time to rest her feet. She looked around for her sister, but did not see her around. Perhaps Lestrange had gotten to her. It brought a smirk to her lips, although it quickly disappeared when she saw a familiar looking witch eying everyone else around them. Her eyes narrowed, but made her way over all the same.
"Come to write up a nasty treat for all those unfortunate enough not to attend?"