"No, Narcissa. I am not sending Draco to Hogwarts. I refuse! Our son is at stake her, he'll be corrupted! We'll send him to a nice normal school like Durmstrang where the head teacher isn't a crackpot old fool," shouted Lucius Malfoy, clearly very angry at his wife choice of school for his son and only heir to the Malfoy fortune.
"Oh, Durmstrang, yes, because that will totally help our reputation," snarled Narcissa. "Do you honestly think that we wont be seen as Death Eaters if we send Draco to Durmstrang. Hogwarts is the only option."
"Our appearance doesn't matter,"
Narcissa let out a snort, "Totally, Lucius. The one time our appearance doesn't matter is when you don't agree with me. Hypocrite as usual!"
A small, blond boy appeared at the door, "Mum, why are you and Dad fighting?"
"It's nothing, Draco. You need to leave us alone in peace,"
Draco nodded and left the room, leaving the Malfoys to continue their argument.
"Look, Lucius. Draco's going to Hogwarts, and that is final," said Narcissa in a no nonsense tone, giving Lucius a look that left no room for negotiations.
"Fine," spat Lucius. "But don't blame me if your blood traitor of a sister turns him into a blood traitor too."
"Don't call her that," murmured Narcissa before she stomped out the room.
