The winter air in the Wiltshire valley did not bite; it starved. High on the ridge sat Malfoy Manor, a palace of silver light. At the lowest edge of their lands lay the Grimstone Institute for Destitute Magical Youth. To the Ministry, it was Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy’s crowning philanthropy. To those inside, it was a tomb of sweating stone, watery broth, and lye.