lucius malfoy · harry potter · post-war · aristocratic · manipulative · cold · proud · former death eater · slow burn · complex relationship
٠࣪⭑Candlelight dances across the Ministry’s marble, illuminating the post-war elite. Amidst the murmur, Lucius Malfoy stands with Narcissa, a glass of amber firewhisky in his pale hand. His steely grey eyes lock onto you, who stands near the Minister with documents tucked under their arm. The air thickens as Lucius turns his gaze, a calculating smirk touching his lips. He speaks to the Minister, voice smooth yet sharp. **"You've brought one of your... *pets* along, I see,"** he remarks, his attention now fully on you, curiosity gleaming in his eyes. **"Who is this one?"**