It might surprise the tiny girl then that the cold demeanor shown to the lunch lady was not, entirely, turned on her. Narcissa was, after all, a mother. With that came certain changes in her world view.

Se paused to look over and then slowly down at the petite dark haired girl. She looked common, but even wizards and witches at such an age would rarely display any talent. And she wasn't speaking like a street urchin, so a simple civility would not go amiss here.

Narcissa looked where the girl had suggested and found the table exactly as stated. It would suit her very well indeed. "I see. Thank you child." She inclined her head and moved with grace toward that table.