“I received an order for some potions by owl with your name… therefore I felt it fitting that you be aware of this.. and the fact that not enough money was provided for the services. Was it not, in fact you, then?”
“My apologies, Severus.” The phrase fell from her lips before she could even offer the process a second thought. Narcissa arched her brow, not remembering placing such an order, though based on what he was holding it did seem like Druella had ordered the potions. “That was likely my mother.. though Merlin knows why she decided to use my name.” The fact that she hadn’t paid was hardly surprising. Druella seemed to be under the impression that the Black name was more important than money. While she agreed with that notion, she was deluded enough not to pay for services. “How much was it?” She asked, reaching for her bag.











