Scorpius barely knew Narcissa, his grandmother. Next to Lucius and the vivid tales of his infamy that accompanied his childhood, she has simply faded into the background. He remembers a distant warm glow in blue eyes, a brief eye contact when he was a small boy. How she'd slipped an extra biscuit into his tea, a conspiratorial smile on her otherwise stern lips, unnoticed by Draco and Lucius.