It’s night right now so It’s time to take a quick little trip. I walk out of my bedroom doorway and step out into London in front of an opulent house, constrained by the surroundings but still an attempt to show off nonetheless. I insert the ward virus and wait until I have a map. Narcissa is in a study of sorts and Draco is confined to a bedroom currently. Another step and I emerge from the shadows in the study. I’ve utilised my contracts with the spirits to put together a suitably ethereal outfit. The clothes I’m wearing have been altered to give the appearance that I am wearing the shadows themselves, endlessly black but still with shape, shifting and swirling around me in the form of a ragged cloak, the hood is pulled over my head and my face is cloaked in shadow, no matter where I move or what light is used my face will remain shadowed, the enchantments for which are a favourite among nocturne alley patrons, the only thing that is visible above my shoulders is the copper coloured hair that falls past my shoulders. Narcissa takes in my visage and inhales a sharp breath, the tumbler of whiskey in her hand nearly slips, but she catches it and lays it down on the desk in front of her.