            Lucius tugged at the leather cord tying his hair, obviously relieved to be free of the style now that he was home. Platinum hair shook back, shimmering like liquid silver. "Since Narcissa left, I moved the floo connection to manor’s back entrance," he explained, before setting off towards the door to the right. "No need to trample London’s filth over the good carpets." He said it lightly, but from the tight press of his lips, Hermione knew he didn’t like mentioning his wife. Ex-wife, Hermione reminded herself. By all accounts, official or otherwise, the Malfoys had split for good.