Narcissa stood regally in the empty classroom, despite herself she could feel the pleasurable anticipation build within her. She had cast an appraising eye over the photographs Umbridge and Skeeter had provided, they were unquestioningly obscene. Narcissa wanted to get up close and personal with the Mudblood, she knew both Draco and Barty had designs for further improvements, but in the meantime she was looking forward to having some alone time with the Mudblood whore.