Aleksander comes to the Manor as an old friend of his father from Durmstrang, yet he’s young, too young, he looks no older than twenty four, eyes as grey as Draco’s yet more ancient, more hungry. Draco has never known hunger, he has known plenty of anger though, he has been angry for as long as he can remember, watching his father mutter to himself how important the Malfoys used to be in the empty halls of the Manor after the Order defeated the Dark Lord and he’d been forced under house arrests for ten long years.