she was guided downstairs after putting on what she was going to be facing a war with. nothing regal, but a pure statement in the fabric spoke "black". a choice she felt was appropriate. whether she was to be in mourning of her old friends, or if she died as property to the Black sisters. they sat in the large kitchen, at the island table. between conversation Narcissa would stand to serve different foods. bacon, eggs, bread, many other assortments to not only feed her but the army that would be coming in to eat in waves. it was already clear that a handful of their followers were up due to the sounds of spells crashing into earth as they practiced outside in the courts. 