She rolled her eyes at how particular he was. He seemed to be picky about having things his way, and one thing out of line would blow up in his face like a bomb. She giggled, wondering what his face would look like if things didn't go his way. She imagined Mr.Malfoy with his eyebrows scrunched together in anger, eyes hardened, his pale face tightened as his pink lips remained in a line. She could see his jaw clench and fists held behind his back. Esme shook her head as another giggle left her lips. He was always serious, rarely ever smiling.