A small, fragile woman looked into a mirror. Lines of stress were etched into her face. Her breathing was slowly getting heavier and heavier. She did not look much older than twenty. Her blonde hair ran wavily down her back to her shoulders. She wore a small white frilly dress. Her lips were decorated in thick red lipstick. She had kind twinkling blue eyes. A man with pale blonde hair that matched hers came up behind her and place a hand on her shoulder.
"You look beautiful, Narcissa." He told her in a firm voice. She turned around slowly, her breathing increasing rapidly.
"Lucius," She replied softly, shocked. Her face showed no expression at the sight of him. His face, however, curled into a little smile. His suit made him seem a lot older, though in reality he was only twenty two.
"Come on, Narcissa." He encouraged, squishing her hand in his. She opened her mouth a little. Her eyes looked nervously down. He dragged her away from the mirror and into a ballroom full of well-dressed people, all staring at the pair.
"This is my to be wife, Narcissa Black," He announced. An older woman smiled slightly at this, flipping her blonde hair elegantly. He made eye contact with her but did not smile. The crowd clapped politely for the couple. Shouts rumoured through the crowd of 'To Lucius Malfoy and Narcissa Black, the couple of the century!"
And as always, Narcissa did not go unnoticed, but, as always, her true feelings did.