Narcissa had been living with Andromeda for the last several weeks, trying to repair that relationship after decades of damage. She and Draco had not had the chance to talk much, with Narcissa only providing brief, ambiguous updates regarding Andromeda's state of mind (not great, considering she had lost her husband and her daughter in the War) and about Teddy, his cousin. In return, Draco had provided some detail on his housemates (both expected and unexpected) and offered what support he could from afar. It hadn't been enough, and now she was leaving. Draco hadn't known what to feel, how to act, as his mother held him in a tight hug. "I’m glad it’s done." She had whispered, face pressed into his shoulder.