The sketches he’d already made of young Lucio sat beside him on a tall and square-shaped rolling table. He hadn’t much need of them at this point—by now all three faces of the Malfoy family were permanently engraved in his mind, as much as his own. If he lost his sight one day and had to feel a line-up of faces he would be able to recognize each of them at once due to how carefully he’d studied their features to make these portraits.