@impiorums (let me know if you get to this)
Narcissa avoided any eye contact with her former husband. She crossed her arms and looked around the study, dark, cold, and masculine. Every inch of it was Lucius' taste in style--rather, Malfoy Manor for that matter. Most of her own belongings had been emptied out, save for the few items that were still here.
But she didn't make a move to exit the room right away. "Your daughter misses you. I told her that she shouldn't be eating so many chocolate frogs. As for you, I say it's a horrible excuse to bribe her into thinking that someday, maybe, you'd come and visit her." As for Draco, well, Narcissa figured that their older son had already cut ties with his father. And so had she.