            Her eyes slid to the right-hand page, and she breathed out a gasp. Lucius Malfoy sneered into the camera, before something caught his attention off to the left. But it wasn’t the wizard she knew—had known, before his betrayal. Dullness leeched out of his gaze, so starkly in contrast to his vicious grin. His hair, always so beautiful, hung limp around his face. The long strands did little to hide the hollowness decimating his handsome features. Cameras flashed behind him. Just as he was released early from Azkaban, she realized with a sharp intake of breath.