The Malfoy family sat near the front, each of them stone faced and staring straight ahead. Lucius Malfoy’s face had visibly aged, and he looked thin and haggard after his stint in Azkaban. Beyond him on the raised platform overseeing the proceedings sat Kingsley Shacklebolt with his hands steepled together as he regarded the Malfoys and the Wizengamot witches and wizards in their ridiculous puce garb.