The fact that Lucius had rightfully been imprisoned for his crimes in the Second Wizarding War didn’t make the idea any more comforting over Christmas when Draco and Narcissa had the world's quietest Christmas dinner in history. Draco had found himself missing the sounds of the disgusted scoffs of his father, he constantly disapproving of this and that, "this food is revolting’, "can’t the elves get anything right’, "who hung that disastrous painting’, "I had to donate more money to charity today to keep Fudge off my back’. No matter how tedious or petulant the comment would have been Draco had determined it would have been better than pure silence. 