Melinda had gone through the house more than once, studying what the Malfoys chose to display in their vacation home, somewhere less likely for visitors to join them. Trying to understand the family, learn more about them without prying questions. This room felt comfortable to her, like there had been happier memories made in it in the past.

The mention of Draco making friends with Muggles brought a smile to Melinda's lips. "Ahh, yes, I can see that might not go over terribly well. Your parents have that old prejudice against them. My grandparents were of the same vein, but my mother chose to ignore that. Not that she went about making friends with them or even interacted with them, but she never hated upon them. I... tend to be a bit unsettling for them, and have mostly avoided them, myself, but I'm glad to here you're getting out and making friends on your own. I think it's something you've needed for a while."