Ficlets100 drabble – prompt # 47 – family
It was times like these he hated being a Malfoy. He had come to hate his family name over the years and this, this social snobbery was why. Rich old wizards with nothing but time and evil plans on their hands getting get to rub elbows and drink too much fire whisky while the woman gathered in a drawing room nattering over whatever woman nattered over.
If he thought he could get away with it, he would never hold another of these insipid gatherings again. But alas, mother was still alive. She insisted on them to perpetuate power and prestige.