It was all around the Daily Prophet. Lucius Malfoy, head of the Malfoy home had divorced his wife Narcissa. Since then he'd become all the much more colder. You had been honestly surprised when you had read this.

Two days after the news of the divorce was out, you were out wandering the streets of Diagon Ally. You were about to walk into the Three Broomsticks for a drink and bite to eat when you ran right into somebody. You stumbled backwards and the person didn't even make a move to steady you. When you got your footing back you looked up to see the tall, intimidating figure of Lucius Malfoy.

"Watch were your going next time, you filthy Mudblood.," He growled, scowling down his nose at you. "Or something bad might happen."