Friday, March 10th ~ Morning
After rising and dressing Narcissa was sitting in front of her dressing table arranging her hair. This was the time of day when she mentally reviewed what needed to be 'done' or arranged. She glanced sideways and noted that the elf she used to assist her wasn't where it was supposed to be.
Odd. She's usually almost too eager. It is far earlier than what I normally rise, but not unprecidented.
A small frown appeared before it was banished as the final hair was smoothed into place. Rising from the chair she turned and surveyed her bedchamber. There were no elves in sight. At all.
Very odd. Bella can't have done anything with them, she's still on the potion. Sirius? What would he need with them all?
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