Narcissa’s hair had returned to its natural state of pristine and well kept black curls, all tied into a neat ponytail at the back of her head. Taking a tentative step forward, expecting the wards to reject her, she adjusted her long Victorian skirt and put on her brave face. She was free of the legacy of her death-eater husband and newly employed as a modern woman. The old lioness of Gryffindor house walked with her up the hill towards the Castle, and in the distance the Groundskeeper prepared the lantern-lit boats for the first years to sail across the lake. "I must say I’m surprised you agreed to come back and take over the role of Potions Master, Narcissa."