Lucinda Malfoy had always been a bit different. Her father, Abraxus Malfoy, and her older brother, Lucius were perfect examples of what a pureblood Malfoy ought to be. They were haughty and self-assured. They were elegant and held themselves to the proper standards of their bloodlines.
Lucinda was...different.
She couldn't care less about how expensive her clothes were. She dressed appropriately because her father demanded that she do so. But she refused to throw out that old sweater of her mothers that had more patches than sweater and was no longer discernible as the color it had started as.
She didn't care about the balls her father insisted they attend to show off their wealth and position. She attended because her father insisted.
She didn't even know how to sneer at someone, nor did she want to. She couldn't see how anyone might be any less than she herself was. They were all people after all.
She couldn't be bothered to look down on anyone with less money or standing. She couldn't understand how someone could be judged by the circumstances of their birth.
She didn't see that being a pureblood had given her any benefits.
In fact, she saw it as a sort of cage.
Because Abraxus Malfoy was strict in his definitions of what a pureblood female should be.
She should be: silent unless spoken to, beautiful enough to show off the wealth of the family and do the jewels draped about her justice, she had to marry well to another pureblood of good standing, and be otherwise invisible unless called upon.
Lucius was encouraged to be loud and seen and do whatever made him most visible and listened to.
Lucinda was ordered to be as much a part of the background, a beautiful decoration, as she could become.
Her father felt that if he had to hear more than two words from his daughter, that she was disgracing him most abominably and needed to be...re-educated.
But Lucinda thought nothing of this either.
She learned her lessons early on. She developed a mask that showed no emotion or thought and became the china doll her father thought she ought to be.
She kept her opinions to herself and her...differences...out of sight of the circles her family ran in.
Only Lucius had any direct idea of how different his sister was. He was patient with her short comings and tried to coach her to be more the daughter their father wanted.
He hid any deficiencies from their father and diverted the attention of their guests when her mask faltered or her unseemly opinions of equality emerged.
Abraxus was very good at ignoring his daughter completely unless she did something in public to shame him.
As she grew closer to the age where she would be shipped off to Hogwarts and began to recognize some fleeting independence from her father's ideals, she realized that the more she followed her father's edicts the easier the transition would be.
As it was he only acknowledged her presence to discipline her. So she gave him nothing to discipline her for. She waited quietly in the background for her chance to escape and discover who it was she was hiding.
Lucinda Malfoy knew she was different from the rest of her family.
She is about to discover just how different she is.