Tuesday, May 1st ~ Afternoon
It was probably quite naive of Narcissa to be so blindsided by her husband's actions, but she'd never - that she knew of at any rate - been on the receiving end of one of them. Her hand strayed to the slightly larger bulge under her gown and while she couldn't and wouldn't take any actions against the child - Lucius was another matter.
Confirmation was needed from an unimpeachable source. She hadn't believed the words the stuttering elf had managed to spit out in its idiotic ramblings while it bashed its head on the floor. Only the fact it was the one that had served Narcissa faithfully since her childhood kept her from ordering its disposal on the spot.
Which was why Narcissa found herself with one hand covering her second child while the other knocked on the door housing her first. From what she could gather, the elf had given the suspect potion to her son in defiance of the order from Lucius to destroy it.