For Dorrito’s Every Flavour Mood Beans.
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Cold
The sitting room had developed a chill. She’d scolded the house elves to no effect at all, and of course Lucius was to blame. A husband imprisoned was a trial for any woman. A husband who fell to a band of misfit children… well, some things were simply too horrible to bear.
Her fingers ran over the small, lacquered box as she carefully pronounced each sequence of spells. Times like these were all about options, and Narcissa Black always kept her options in view. On her last word, the box sprang open, revealing its contents in perfect order. Narcissa smiled.