She couldn't stop the snort that came out of her mouth at the very idea of sitting in Narcissa Malfoy's formal dining room discussing current events over eggs. Maybe in another life she could've enjoyed getting to know his parents on a more personal level, but in their present incarnation of reality, it was madness. It had been a mistake to track him in the first place. When she turned away to make her exit, his hand slipped into hers.