Mrs. Parkinson's black hair was tied up into a high ponytail, her pale skin was glistening in the light as the sun hit her face from all the right angles. She wore a pair of black-dressed pants, tucked into a white blouse with a long black dress coat. A deep shade of red lipstick took over her lips- which were in a wide smile as Draco walked towards her. Esme looked down at her own clothes, feeling ugly in her sweatpants and hoodie. Mr.Malfoy seemed to like his women dressed in professional attire. Mr.Parkinson was stunning, and her heart fell, knowing she would never be as beautiful as her. They deserved each other- both looking like sculptures made from god.