Ginny twitched against the stiff, frozen wood of her high-backed chair. She was used to the cold but had not been forced to sit up so straight in what felt like years. Her shoulders ached but she couldn't move. Ginny guessed the chair had been charmed to keep the one perched on it in perfect posture.
The small, dark wood-paneled room contained only a velvet damask patterned love seat and the chair in which Ginny currently sat. The walls were adorned with only two portraits, both water stained and unmoving. Ginny assumed they belonged to long forgotten and ostracized Malfoy relatives. There was no indication on time apart from the movement of shadows on the wall from the lone window behind Ginny's back. The light was useless, however, as Ginny never excelled in any of Professor Sinistra's courses.
Ginny assumed she must have been waiting for over an hour and finally gave in to the heaviness of her eyelids. It was easy enough to sleep in a sitting position, Ginny quickly discovered that the best way to keep warm in her prison was by keeping compact. The first few weeks, Ginny stayed awake at night, pressed against the cell bars trying to whisper to Hermione who had been placed just across the corridor. Ginny tried to stay as close to her friend as she could when the dementors made their hourly rounds but hope quickly faded from Hermione's eyes. It was easy enough to become accustomed to the screams of her floor mates but Ginny couldn't bear the emptiness she saw in Hermione. Ginny finally made her way to the dingy mattress in the corner. It was easiest to sleep in a sitting position- it required less hassle when she was called in the middle of the night for "questioning."
Ginny once read in a muggle novel she borrowed from Hermione one summer that only the guilty slept in prison. It did not take long before she succumbed to sleep, though she found no solace in it. Ginny heard the slow turn of the door knob and creaking of old wood as the stranger entered the room. Ginny keep her eyes clothes and pictured the person, a woman from the sound of the clack of heels on the hard floor, enter the small space and settle in the love seat. The woman made no noise but Ginny could feel the foreign eyes scan her body.
"Ginevra Weasley, eighteen years old. I've been told you are," she paused, her tone taking on a slightly blithe note, "spirited." She smiled, "I'll make sure to knock that right out of you." The woman rose and brushed out her robes. "Good bone structure, average height and build, clearly a bit malnourished," she walked around Ginny's chair twice before stopping and placing her hands on its arms. Ginny opened her eyes as the elderly woman leaned in, "I can see your appeal, but youth will fade." She straightened and pointed her long, silverly wand at Ginny's chest. "Rise."
Ginny felt a sharp full and found herself standing shakily as blood rushed to her head. "Walk." Ginny had no control over her body as she paced the small room, realizing that she must have been spelled not to speak. Ginny tried to give her puppeteer a glare but could not move her head. Her entire body was under a malleable binding spell, every time the woman made a command, Ginny's body reacted.
Long after the sun had set and the frost began to creep along the window panes, the session was over. "Make sure to rest, you need it."
Hazel escorted Ginny back to her room, helped the young witch into bed, and watched sleep claim her. With a pop, Hazel appeared in Narcissa's boudoir. Narcissa, dabbing perfume on her wrists, eyed the tiny elf as it walked to the pensive in the corner and place a long finger to its temple. "All memories of the day, Hazel made sure to watch the entire lesson." The elf disapparated immediately and left Narcissa alone with her thoughts. She could easily remember her etiquette lessons as a child; countless hours of learning how to properly walk, curtsy, and hold polite conversations with influential people had served her well in life. The only way this situation could be successful would be if they could completely reform Weasley girl. It was going to work, Narcissa thought as she walked out of her room and into the hallway, it had to.
Narcissa remembered to smile as she entered her husband's study.