"Yes, would you like me to teach you?" Narcissa walked the 35 steps from the sofa to the piano and took a seat on the stool. She patted the space beside her and Hermione sat. She watched in awe as Narcissa’s fingers floated across the keys pulling elegant sounds from the instrument. The song was light and pretty, the music twirled and rose gently before falling into Hermione's lap and beginning again. It felt like springtime and something almost sad, like a love that might last for eternity.