"Allow me to help you here then Mr. Guilford." She said, lacing her fingers together on the table as she leaned forward slightly "Malfoy Manor was home to the Dark Lord for some months and the war has left a terrible mark on the family as I'm sure you know. My suggestion would be to stay away from dark colors and anything reminiscent of blood." she tapped the deep red upholstery sample without looking at the page, her hand shaking slightly "far too much blood was spilt there, including Draco's and my own." Mr.Guilford's eyes went wide, staring at the auburn haired witch in front of him. Her eyes looked a bit haunted, her face unsmiling. She had looked young and carefree when she’d come up with the baby on her hip, smiling at Mr. Malfoy, but now she looked just a bit... dangerous. Like you could see she had invisible scars from the war that he himself had not been a part of. She looked familiar but he couldn't place her. He assumed this was the Mrs. Malfoy he had read about in the tabloids, though she wasn't dressed particularly fashionably- and his wife was always going on about the latest fashions. This young woman was wearing simple muggle jeans and a knit jumper with the letter H on the front. The child had undoubtedly been a Malfoy. 