Lucius Malfoy seemed careworn as of late since Azkaban, but at least I would meet this so called paragon of knowledge that was to be my wife. Bellatrix looked upon me lovingly, and she averted her eyes when my gaze lingered on her. It was a pity she was clinically insane. Then there was beautiful, delightful Narcissa Malfoy with her delicious body, and talented tongue. She shuddered when I looked at her.