Narcissa gave the trolley witch a look of disdain.  As<strong>IF </strong>she'd even<em>consider</em>expanding her waistline with some childish treats.  Severus had reluctantly posed her question back.  She pressed her lips thinly together.<br/><br/>"As well as can be expected, of course.  The whole Black family home is in perpetual silence over...She-who-must-not-be-named." She was, of course, referencing her sister.  The English countryside rolled past them in a blur.  "Still, the vacation in Crete was very luxurious.  I think I still have a bit of my tan left."  She casually bared moved part of her jacket aside--the miniscule portion of skin showing.  "See?"  She then replaced her jacket once more.<br/><br/>"It should be a fairly enjoyable year, though...considering.  Slytherin seventh years...nearly graduated and out in the world..."  She trailed off.  Narcissa was one of those types who loved the sound of her own voice.  "Are you going to stay in a cauldron all your life, Severus? Making calming draughts and pepper-up potion?"  He sure looked like he could use one.