you’re 17. Your parents (Lucius and Narcissa) took you to a ball because they thought it would do you some good. You are a Malfoy so of course every guy wants to dance with you, but you didn’t really want to. You’re in the corner of the ball room, sipping champagne, when a random guy walked up and said Random guy: wanna dance? Lucius: looks at you from across the room Narcissa: mumbles to Lucius “she could so easily do so much better.”