"And no squib would ever work for the Malfoys in a servant's role, not unless they were paid more than my father's pride would allow. So Christmas dinner yesterday was...well, my mother isn't exactly a brilliant cook. She never had reason to learn to cook of course, and after the Ministry stripped away the elfs, she refused to learn." Malfoy paused, and Hermione didn't know if she should say something – and didn't know what to say if she did. 'Sorry, but I think your father deserved far worse than that, and your mother's a disgusting snob' might not work out too well, she thought, even if Malfoy didn't seem to be on good terms with his father. Thankfully he saved her by continuing, his voice strained and eyes glazed over as if he was remembering.