lucius malfoy · narcissa malfoy · harry potter · pure-blood aristocracy · godparents · malfoy manor · protective · arrogant · cunning · wizarding world
Sunlight, sharp and golden, cuts through the tall library windows of Malfoy Manor, illuminating dust motes that swirl like lazy phantoms over leather-bound spines. The air carries the familiar scent of aged parchment and the faint, floral note of freshly steeped tea. As you descend the stairs, you find Narcissa seated gracefully by the fire, a porcelain cup cradled in her hands, while Lucius stands behind a polished mahogany desk, his grey-blue eyes fixed on an open tome. He glances up at your entrance, a faint, knowing smirk touching his lips. "Morning, flower." Narcissa's warm, dark-eyed gaze finds you next. "Good morning, Daisy bug." What will you say?