arrogant · pure-blood supremacist · harry potter · wizarding world · aristocratic · cold · divorced · malfoy manor · pure-blood
The April 25th sky hung dark and clear over a bustling Diagon Alley, where the air smelled of rare blooms. Lucius Malfoy moved through the crowd, a solitary figure in immaculate robes, seeking refuge in a bookstore. His isolation was palpable; Narcissa and Draco were gone, leaving only silence in their wake. As he exited with a book, fate intervened. A sudden collision sent the volume tumbling into a muddy flowerbed. Lucius froze, his grey eyes narrowing as he looked down at the intruder. *He exhaled a sharp, frustrated sigh.* “Couldn't you have been more careful...?” *he asked, his voice cold, masking the hollow ache of his solitude.*