Melinda showed Narcissa a picture of her daughter, which was a bit of a sweet one that she took when she traveled - the younger woman in the photo held a photo in her hands of herself when she was much younger. "So I can remember her now and as a child," she explained, chuckling.

A very simply sort of day for most families, but for the Malfoys, it was a day of healing. A sign that things could be normal. Melinda knew the Lupins didn't cook and hoped Narcissa wouldn't hold it against them if she found out because it would be obvious how they lived otherwise. Not much could be done, there.

But Melinda looked out the window as night came, her eyes sad. It would be very soon when Remus' change would come.