Draco’s parents, however, had been able to summon many. They were distinctly displeased that their only son, the heir to their fortune, had chosen to move into a Muggle house with his Muggle-born—it was funny, really, to listen to Lucius spit her blood status with such emphatic disgust he might as well have just called her a Mudblood—girlfriend and sullying their family magic. He was wasting his potential, his magic, his life. It would only end in his disownment, they warned him.