Narcissa prides herself on knowing everyone there is to know in their corner of the magical world. Still, there are those who slip her notice. There are new additions to their circles, and with the recent Ministry shake-up, Narcissa finds herself wondering who will be left standing when the dust settles. She's unsurprised to see faces she can't place; there are a few she knows she is familiar with who take a moment to fully register due to the nature of their mask. However, there's one blonde that Narcissa just can't name. The mysterious woman has been skirting the edge of the ballroom for a while, dipping in and out like she just can't get settled in the opulence. That's not a surprise, of course. There are many here tonight that aren't used to the level of wealth the Blacks enjoy showing off. Narcissa has done to ensure they feel welcome in her childhood home; it's only polite that she offers that same kindness to the strange woman.

The woman slips away in the crowd just as Narcissa's decided to follow her. Rather than give chase, Narcissa waits, certain that she'll make a reappearance. When she inevitably does, Narcissa sweeps in, carefully stepping in front of her to block her path. It's not intended as a rude gesture -- merely an attempt to grab her attention.

"Hello there, I don't believe we've had the pleasure of meeting." Narcissa offers the hand not currently holding her drink for the woman to shake. "I'm Narcissa Black, daughter of the hosts. And you would be?"