At the Slytherin Table...
Narcissa watched the Gryffindor Table with contempt. "What are those imbeciles doing?" her nose inately rose in the air as she spoke to anyone that would listen. "I can't imagine displaying myself like that in public."
She rose her fork to her mouth and chewed daintily. "Since when has Potter been gay?" she asked, squinting a tad to see if that really was the muggle-loving fool on that other bloke's lap.
She rose her fork to her mouth and chewed daintily. "Since when has Potter been gay?" she asked, squinting a tad to see if that really was the muggle-loving fool on that other bloke's lap.