The hard cold ball hit Narcissa squarely in the cheek, pain and memories of her fourth year brought tears to her eyes. No one really said anything to her face – even then. She was a Black, after all, but they still laughed when she'd been hit in the face even Rosier, who she suspected most of all of throwing it.

But this time there was only one laugh and it came from Lucius Malfoy.

And Narcissa found as she chased him down, tackled him to the snowy ground and shoved fistfuls of snow down his trousers – she didn't mind.