She tried not to stop and gawk as the Malfoy patriarch came edging out onto the green, observing his grandchildren play. More than once, Jean or one of the others would approach him with an enticement to join in, but he begged off. His blonde hair had receded even further than Hermione remembered it when Rose and Scorpius had been starting at Hogwarts. The strands had become lighter, until some were almost white, catching the dying rays of the sun.