The closed-off solitude had done nothing good for Narcissa Malfoy apart from keeping her alive and safe. She was no longer the vivacious picture of a socialite she had always been as long as Draco could remember. Apart from Draco's prolonged visit over the summer, her only company had been two house elves. Draco had tried to pour his heart and soul into helping his mother adjust to the solitary safety in France. But it had been most difficult when his heart had been elsewhere. Something he suspected his mother had been aware of on multiple occasions.