It was almost impossible to mistake Lucius Malfoy for someone else. Even years younger, he seemed very much the same man, the one she had met at all those parties her parents and the Malfoys attended. The Greengrasses social relationship with the Malfoys was nearly business.
She nodded, cautiously. She had forgotten she had met him briefly in this time. And she had also forgotten she had revealed her last name, which apparently was against the rules of time, or whatever hogwash. But it wasn't hard to see the resemblance to her mother or her father's eyes and lips. "Mr. Malfoy," she greeted, her lips pressing in to a smile.