Narcissa Malfoy silently watched her husband brood and mutter to himself as he paced the floor in their lounge. She’d been growing suspicious of his activities ever since he began campaigning to have the muggle influences removed from the Ministry. "I don’t see what the big fuss is. That television set is a marvel to behold. I’m jealous of Irma getting one before me but I know that if I do bring one of those devices into this house, Lucius would throw a fit. Maybe I should do it anyways just to watch his head explode.’