"Soon, there will be thousands. When I married Lucius, the gardens were overly manicured. His mother was a domineering woman who had precise expectations of the gardeners. I spent my first year planting hundreds of bulbs, and my mother-in-law's face when they bloomed that next spring was delightful. She decamped to a property in London after three days." Narcissa smiled into her teacup, eyes glinting. Hermione almost smiled back. 