“Death Eaters?” she said with a confused look on her face.

“Voldemort’s loyal followers! Have you been living in a ditch all this time?” he said harshly.

Amber just stared at him for a moment before saying, “they killed my parents.”

“Yes they did, and they would have killed you too if I hadn’t gotten a hold of you.”

“This must be, ah, Amber,” she said outstretching her hand.

Amber took it trying to match the woman’s grace and said, “It’s very nice to meet you.”

“It’s so terrible for your wretched mother to drop you on dear Severus’s doorstep like that without anything but a wand and that flimsy bag you have there. Not even letting him know you existed. Tsk, tsk. At least she was a pureblood. Very clean name, Klypso is. Where did you say you were from?” she asked.

Narcissa: Nice (is that a bad thing?), gave me a lot of clothes, through a ‘coming out’ party for me, introduced me to several people, among them Bellatrix and her husband, Rudolphus.

Draco: rude, mean, only cares about himself.

Narcissa’s Husband: MIA

“What? What are you talking about? No I don’t. I don’t even know anybody here,” she replied.

He looked around. “Well, you’ve got every guy here looking at you,” he replied.

Amber knew what he was doing. “You’re just trying to charm me! Well it’s not working Mr. Malfoy. Not one bit!” she cried drunkenly.

“Are you sure?” he said smirking at her in the most sexy way she had ever seen.