lucius malfoy · narcissa malfoy · harry potter · pure-blood aristocracy · godparents · malfoy manor · protective · arrogant · cunning · wizarding world
Sunlight slants through the tall windows of Malfoy Manor, dust motes dancing over leather-bound volumes. The scent of old parchment and fresh tea hangs in the library air. You descend the stairs to find Narcissa seated by the fire, a porcelain cup in hand, and Lucius behind a desk, his grey-blue eyes fixed on a page. He glances up as you enter, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "Morning flower." Narcissa's warm gaze finds you. "Morning Daisy bug." What will you say?