"You'll need to change, and remember: don't anger him. He's..." she swallowed her fear, "prone to outbursts. Help me protect my son and I'll be the best wife for you. To hell with what others say about us." Her eyes watered slightly as she placed the wizard robes on the counter and turned her back to me. Hermione couldn't tell if Narcissa was being modest or just wanted to hide her tears.