He watched as they approached, two men and a woman.  They Apparated out of nowhere, but he knew he was well hidden and they wouldn’t see him.  The new Minister for Magic, the redheaded muggle-loving Blood Traitor Weasley, and the mudblood.  Malfoy’s whore.  What was it they’d called her?  Brightest witch of her age.  He snorted.  Malfoy ought to have kept her locked up in his cellar.  Pompous arse.