This was Countess Alva Castle, and her tones dripped honey in a very fake way as Charlie, the Castles’ house-elf, led the platinum-haired Black into the living room.

She was one of the few people who refused to add the word "Countess" before Alva's name, and was proud of herself for it.

Behind her, Narcissa’s wand was clenched so tightly in anger, green sparks shot out of its tip.