"Please hand them to my elf, Severus. And thank you." Narcissa replied, sighing as she took a sip of the mimosa with a trembling hand at the edge of the large bath. It both relieved and pained the Gryffindor to know that this was a common enough occurrence that she had this tradition.  How often has this happened to her,  she wondered, vowing that Narcissa would never have to go through this again.