Narcissa Black; Arachne reborn, weaving her webs of wonder and delight into iron links and chains that entrapped her victims and left all her fingers clean. The woman had a lovely way with lies and gossip that went far beyond the scope of mere tea parties and social gatherings. No matter what it was, she heard it first, and if she hadn’t then it was simply lies nowhere close to truth. She wasn’t Hermione’s first choice but after searching the Archives hadn’t yielded any results she had broadened her searches to encompass the repositories of banned information held deep within the cluttered bowels of the Ministry. No luck. And besides, this was far more interesting of a route, and damn her if she wasn’t one to seek out dalliances with reckless danger.