Both women were sitting in the small parlour off the main entryway, staring out the window into the night. It had been some time since they spoke and Hermione had run out of polite conversation ages ago. She stood, suddenly unable to be still a moment longer. A flash of movement in the distance caught her eye. She turned toward Narcissa to ask if she’d seen it, but the other witch was already on her feet. They stood at the window, Hermione pressing her face against the glass to see better.