They fall silent at that, watching. Malfoy showing her a suite and admitting he wasn’t in love, that the Order had been discovered. A carefully polite breakfast. Tremors from repeated crucio’s. Breakfast with Narcissa, who’s clever as the devil and twice as pretty in any world, but who’s somehow even more of a force to be reckoned with here, who can pull off complicated magic like portkeys without a bead of perspiration on that lovely forehead. A walk in the gardens and a show for the Carrows.