Narcissa wasn’t used to battles or war. Even fights were lacking in her memory, an action doled out by others and not by her. She’d taken part in the finale that had clipped the Order’s wings but she hadn’t been on the frontlines, not like she was now. Around them there were beings popping into existence, some that she recognized as Bellatrix’s faithful entourage -  the Carrow twins and Dolohov  - and others that she’d seen only once in passing. 