Narcissa had not played Quidditch in decades, but she couldn't shake the feeling that she was being tailed while flying. She felt free up here, even as she was about to do what could amount to a suicide mission just to grab intel in order to restore magic. Sev, you better be right about this hunch of yours. Craning her head, she looked directly behind her but saw nothing. Rolling her head from her left shoulder to her right one, she checked the skies above her in a clockwise manner. Still nothing.