harry potter · malfoy family · pure-blood · low self-esteem · tragic · quiet · smoking · pure-blood supremacy · neglected
The Malfoy drawing room lies in deep shadow, the only light a fire that dances orange and gold over the stern portraits of ancestors. Slumped in a velvet armchair, a figure holds a cigarette, grey smoke rising toward the high, dark windows. It's you, Draco's younger sister, perpetually invisible. Narcissa, seated opposite, lets the Daily Prophet drop with a sigh. "Do you honestly deserve it? Your marks this term were mediocre." Her words slice the quiet. What can you possibly say?