the_debt_of_time

Mia remembered how Pansy had once accused her of using Love Potions in an
article that Rita Skeeter had written. She had been furious at the time, but the idea of
retribution had not even occurred to her since she was too busy trying to get Harry through
the Triwizard Tournament alive. Now, however, she was contemplating adding the little
bitch to her list of Slytherins she'd punched in the face.
"Did you hear?" Pansy asked, glancing back at her mother for approval to
announce.
The older witch was glaring daggers at Narcissa, who in turn held herself with
abundant grace and poise, ignoring the dark-haired woman. Pansy's mother turned and
nodded smugly to her daughter before resuming the glower directed at Narcissa.
"I'm marrying Marcus Flint now, Draco. He's just been picked up by the Montrose
Magpies. We're to be married next summer."
Draco stood, raising his glass to his former fiancée. "Congratulations, Pansy, I'm
sure you'll both be very... wealthy together."
Another female voice called from beyond the door, "—and you just let them
through, disturbing someone else's meal? Is that how you do business here? You just let
witches run around, ordering you about?"
The manager defeatedly replied, "Apparently."
A tall, blond woman, followed by two younger witches who mirrored her
appearance, stepped into the doorway of the private room looking just as elegant and
graceful as Narcissa. They were quite the opposite of the smug Parkinson duo, who were
currently glaring around the table in turns. The woman met Mrs Parkinson's stare with
disapproval before she turned her attention to Narcissa, who was at the front of the room
standing beside Andromeda.
"Narcissa, so lovely to see you, dear." She greeted with a kiss to the cheek. "I was
so sad to hear about your troubles. Lucius's passing. And I hear the Ministry's taken control
of your belongings? Awful, just awful."
"You're a dear for thinking of us, truly." Narcissa smiled politely, her eyes filled with
genuine affection instead of the feigned friendliness Mia had previously observed Narcissa
using whilst out on shopping trips.
"I apologise for my sister-in-law. I hope she and my niece didn't interrupt your
little.. ." The woman looked over the table, her blue gaze sharp. "Harry Potter," she said