"More often than I expect any of us would care to have it." A pause. "I have Evan's wand, from the last city." Her expression softens, minutely, at the mention of her favourite cousin; theirs was always the mostly-platonic mutual adoration of two borderline sociopaths, based on largely on Evan's willingness to go along with Narcissa's notion that the entire world revolves around her.

But he's dead (but Moody killed him), and in the present, she attends her meal more delicately.

"The other Narcissa-" there has to be a less unwieldy way of putting that, somehow, she'll think of it, "-is living a life I don't remember, too. It's strange. I feel as if I'm my own older sister." And this situation somehow makes that less frightening than it ordinarily would be.

(She won't talk about that fear, not ever, but it's evident so very briefly in the rueful expression that crosses her face as she considers how unusual it is that she can say those words here, in this context, without feeling it.)