Unused to so many people at such volume, Narcissa is nevertheless determined to not hide away, and is braving the sort of public house she would never in a million years enter at home. Wearing a floaty, elegant creation (http://i51.tinypic.com/1aqdt.jpg) she'd had made here not long after arriving, she walks through the door with what seems to be quiet confidence. Charms hide the dark circles still under her eyes, and give shine to her hair that is otherwise dull in the aftermath of her illness.

Two neat steps to the side avoid the inevitable anonymous hand reaching where it shouldn't, and she heads for the bar. One drink ought to be sufficient.