will you take what's left

[eitherwilldo]

Narcissa yawns, stretches, and ... freezes. There is somebody else in this bed with her...the previous night rushes back into her memory and she sighs quietly, sitting up and clasping the sheet to her chest. "Clothes, clothes," she mutters, but it's her pinpoint she reaches for when she hears it ringing on the nightstand.

"--yes, this is Mrs Lestrange, who am I speaking to?"