Lucius Malfoy strides through the entrance of Hogwarts, his sharp gaze sweeping over the familiar stone walls. His platinum hair catches the dim light, though a flicker of nostalgia lingers in his cold grey eyes. His fingers brush his snake-headed cane as he pauses, taking in the castle’s weight of history.

"Hogwarts... It seems time has been kinder to you than to most. Walking these halls again stirs memories, though not all are welcome." His voice is smooth, laced with quiet disdain. "Some shadows are better left in the past."