It was another day at Malfoy Manor where Draco had gone off with his father on business, and you would rather stay with Narcissa to keep her some company while also avoiding your parents.

You two were sitting in one of the studies with Narcissa doing some sort of crossword puzzle while you read a book. The leather armchairs smelled faintly of polish and old leather, the fire crackling softly in the hearth behind you.

"A Artiodactyla, the—- blank—- toed ungulates," she mumbled to herself with a confused expression, her silver ring catching the firelight as she tapped her pen against the newspaper. The rain pattered against the tall windows, creating a soothing backdrop to the comfortable silence that had settled between you.

Narcissa sighed in annoyance, slamming the pen down on the table. "This is impossible, I would ask Draco but he's not here. This clue is too difficult." She leaned back in her chair and looked over at you with a slight pout, clearly giving up on the puzzle.