[It was a strange cloud that Remus was living under since resigning from Hogwarts. Guilt and shame, of course, for having slipped up so terribly badly and having put lives in danger and keeping Sirius from having his name cleared. But there was optimism there, too, somehow - Remus was always a steadfast optimist. Luckily his name had been left out of the papers, replaced with just a general ‘professor at Hogwarts revealed to be werewolf’ instead, but it wouldn’t be hard for the parents of students to figure out who he was. Maybe he wasn’t entirely safe out in public at the moment but he hadn’t made his plans to leave for Wales just yet (he was waiting for word from Sirius, honestly, now on the run again) and he was currently sitting, head bowed over a book, in an unassuming cafe near the end of Diagon Alley when a shadow was cast over his table - by one of those very parents who could not only find him out but recognize him rather well. He looks up and freezes, unsure of what to do just yet besides sound terribly polite and genial.] Ah. Hello, Narcissa.
[it had not been a banner year for the Malfoys. It had started with her good for nothing cousin escaping from Azkaban, bringing back memories that she had long since pushed aside. Then that thing had allowed her son to be attacked by a Hippogriff, and Dumbledore had not even been able to ensure the creatures proper execution. And to really highlight his apparent incompetence and disregard for safety, she had learned that Dumbledore had appointed a werewolf as a teacher - a teacher who was now sitting, as though he had every right to be there, in the same cafe that she was occupying.] You have some nerve showing your face here.