Of course. Always pleased to have a to-do checked off her internal lists - Narcissa likes lists - she nods her thanks and motions the furniture to follow them through the gate and up to the front door of the house. There's no chirping, though a small ottoman begins to jostle the chaise in an attempt to get ahead in line.

An ornate brass key unlocks the door, and Narcissa invites Ilde in. There are wards, of course, and it's likely she'll feel them ripple over her skin as she enters - but if she does, Narcissa won't see it, as she's momentarily distracted by directing her furniture.

"Upstairs, blue parlour; dining room; master suite; service hall; music room--" She turns to her companion as the boxes and chaises and one stately mattress float off in their assigned directions, "Most of the interior here is quite austere, I rather like it. It lends a sense of space... but I'll be making some changes, as I'm sure you've guessed."

Torn between playing hostess and getting straight to business, Narcissa opts for the middle ground.

"Would you care for refreshment before you look at the piano?"

It's a warm afternoon.