There was an abrupt silence siting in the room, as your family ate dinner together. More or less together, realistically.

Everything was solemn and quiet up till then, as it always was, the only noise in the room the faint murmurs between your mother and your ten year old sister, Lyra

Lucius wasn’t looking at anyone, let alone Narcissa, as the warm wind blew through the large windows.

Draco wasn’t looking at anyone either, as you got up and walked off, Lyra trailing behind.