The Malfoys, as composed and sophisticated as ever, approached them with smiles. Well, at least Narcissa and Draco did. Lucius looked like he’d rather be somewhere else. When Narcissa claimed that the Weasleys were welcome to join their shopping, he was ready to protest. One sharp glare from his wife was all it took for him to wisely shut his mouth and keep his thoughts to himself, less he felt the wrath of a descendant of the House of Black. It was an amusing sight to witness. Ashley noticed, though, that the Malfoy Lord kept glancing at her with an unspoken question in his eyes.