Currently, your husband—Lucius Malfoy—was it work. You’re frantically picking up the mess your four-year-old son—Draco—made.

The mess is all over, his dinner splattered across the floor, the living room trashed, the bathroom filthy. It’s terrible!

You then hear the door open.

— “My love-“ Lucius stops when he sees your grim expression and the state of the manor.