The Malfoys stand as aristocratic specters, draped in elegance and quiet arrogance. Narcissa moves with a sculpted grace, her icy composure veiling a fierce, selective compassion—unyielding when conviction strikes. Lucius, shadowed by pride, carries disdain like an heirloom, though beneath it lies the quiet pull of his wife’s resolve. And Draco, the inheritor of both hauteur and uncertainty, teeters between scorn and curiosity, a youth caught in the tension of legacy and longing.