The elder Mr. Fawley, for his part, stood beside the bed with his arms crossed over his chest. A faint sneer marred his otherwise handsome features. Mia had never been partial to light haired men, probably residual from how much she'd despised Draco Malfoy, but even she had to admit the elder Mr. Fawley wasn't hard on the eyes. His large stature, robust beard, and clearly Northern features reminded her of the depictions she'd seen in history texts of what the Viking's looked like. His wife was quite the beauty as well, less fair skinned but still a blonde. The woman was small, almost dwarfed by her giant husband. Mia could see Nina in her father, despite the height difference, and Lucas more in his mother.