“Why?” The single word question rang sharply through the air of the small Muggle private waiting room.
Lily looked up distractedly from where she had been studying the various medical instruments and gadgets. “Hm?”
“Why are you doing this? Why me?” Narcissa burst out. She should’ve asked the questions months ago, she realized, but she had been so distracted and unwillingly fascinated by her conversations and experiences with the Muggleborn witch that she hadn’t ever really stopped to consider the underlying motivations behind their odd friendship in the first place.