"No. She's still a complete snob, but no, not half as bigoted. Father, on the other hand..." Malfoy looked tired, and sounded it too, as his thoughts turned to Lucius Malfoy. "He's only forty-seven, you know. He's got around a hundred years in him at least. And with his magic bound, restricted to the house, unable to associate with his old...friends...or make any new ones, he's miserable and makes sure everyone around him knows it – vocally. And I can't have nothing to do with him, because that would upset mother, who doesn't deserve anymore stress. I can't even take over running the family business because it's the only thing father has left to him, but he keeps trying to run it as if he's still a...well, you know, which isn't helping business, and that fact only serves to make him more hateful of the world in general."