May 4th, 1998. Narcissa arranged breakfast for a large group of Death Eaters. Lucius had been unable to give her an accurate number, though assured her they would fit within one dining room, he just wasn't sure which. She made her way to the morning room to finalize plans with Lucius or the Dark Lord. She felt mild surprise at arriving before her husband's fellows. Voldemort stood staring out of the window. "Pardons, my lord, would you prefer solitude as you wait?"