“You would have been right to kill him a year ago! People… people like him, they just don’t change, Cyril. You think he’s just going to accept our ‘dirty blood’. You think he’s going to just… you think he’s going to want to care about dad? You think he’s just going to meet a muggle and just be like ‘well, this is swell!’ Thats--- thats not how this works.”
“He--- people like him are the reason that we had to leave the one place I’ve ever really belonged. We had to leave dad, and live in fear and and and and you just want me to play nice with him? To let him be around my child? To let him be part of our family?” Jimmy was just staring at him with his mouth open. So much of him was fighting with himself. He didn’t want to lose Cyril, or build any sort of wall between them. Cyril was and would always be his hero, the person he looked up to before all else, but Jimmy, he just he couldn’t accept Lucius Malfoy--- it could have been anyone other than the prior Death Eater and Jimmy would have been beyond ecstatic for his brother. He just didn’t know what to do.