Narcissa flicked her wand and was suddenly carrying a ceremonial candelabra, with a single sconce at the top. She looked up, and suddenly Lily was there, hissing fire until the sconce crackled to life. Narcissa, herself, was resplendent in an ice-white and silver robe. It shone with intensity and Hermione could feel its power pulsing back at her as she ambled along in her slipstream. The runes and markings, woven in with silver thread, glinted against the light and pulsed with Narcissa's power like a strobe. She beckoned Hermione forward and she went, halting once they reached the centre of the standing stone circle.