"I've never heard of an old model being named face of the year." Had age made Narcissa soft? He wouldn't believe it if the evidence wasn't siting right in front of him, wearing eyeliner. "Of course he does. He's turned into quite the Hufflepuff in recent years it seems." He didn't comment on his future self having attended; he didn't need to be a Seer to know Narcissa had likely forced his hand in some way or another. He never had been able to say no to her.
Well, that was something. The Malfoy name had always had influence but it pained him to admit that the influence didn't extend much beyond Britain. "Fame is all well and good, but what are you planning to do with that fame." He gave Scorpius a piercing look. "You won't be young and beautiful forever, and sooner or later someone younger and prettier will come along." Not that his grandson should be pretty, but right now that was hardly the most important thing.