Where: Malfoy Manor, Wiltshire
Narcissa was restless, and the manor too quiet. Her thoughts were racing, and she could not quiet them– worry for Draco, who she had heard nothing from, wondering if Severus had gotten her owl, and if he would oblige the request, wondering where in Salazar's name Lucius was, anyway, and how much more time she'd have to herself before he returned.
With a sigh, Narcissa forced herself to stop pacing the drawing room ere she wore a trough in the floorboards and sank on to the divan. She had, as always, nothing to do but wait.