Credits: This story was inspired, by a drawing on the website ''accio brain'.
"Your son is taking my Pansy to the Yule ball, you know 'Cissa…"
"Yes, I know…" Narcissa replied, although she'd nearly swallowed her tea cup at the news. The china clattered as she placed her cup on its saucer. "The sugar please, Perpetua…"
"Draco is a very lucky boy…"
"Of course… Pansy is very lucky too…" Narcissa stated, before sweetening her tea to a sickly degree. Perpetua half glared, half grimaced.
"Indeed… I should be leaving soon."
"Of course…" Narcissa said, and later watching her 'friend' retreat through half-lidded eyes, the thought occurred. 'Oh, how I hate this ball already.'