She leaned back casually in her chair, hands folded in her lap.  Her eyes flitted over him, not resting on any one part of him or the room.  To anyone else she’d seem easy-going.  But Draco saw the tension in her shoulders, the way her lips pursed ever so slightly, how the lines at the edge of her eyes were more prominent.  Small things anyone else would look right over.  Narcissa Malfoy was phenomenal with her masks, but he’d seen how Lucius created the cracks.