All of these things filtered through his head as he finished his biscuit and then wiped his mouth on the back of his hand. He subtly flinched as her hand came in contact with his shag of hair and caused his heart to leap into the back of his throat. Narcissa stroked his head with a small smile and then pulled out a comb from her charm riddled purse. Slowly, she began to comb at his messy hair and hummed, trying her best to calm the boy down.