They wandered down the passageway. Their feet sunk into a plush scarlet carpet, eyes passing over curved walls hung with slumbering portraits. Most of the figures inside had white-blond hair and proud, merciless expressions on their aristocratically angular faces. Oh yes. These were Malfoy’s ancestors, weren’t they? After this realisation she began to pay closer attention to the portraits, seeing his nose here, his lips there. Watching the progression of these characteristics throughout the years was strangely fascinating. Some of the portraits were familiar to her because they also hung in Malfoy Manor, and as she passed more than a few waved to her.