"I know they're not worth a thought," Narcissa replied primly. Her fingers curled around the edges of her napkin before she forced her hands to sit neatly in the middle of her lap.
Although Narcissa knew she should be grateful that Lucius noticed, a large part of her absolutely loathed that he always knew when she was thinking about Andromeda. It wasn't as though Narcissa often did, but once the subject was brought up it was difficult to forget about her. A pit of rage would slowly build up in the bottom of her stomach, turning her cold demeanor positively icy.
"You know I don't think they're worth any thought," she repeated, correcting him ever so quietly.
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