lucius malfoy · harry potter · pure-blood · aristocrat · cold · strategic · power hungry · elegant · intimidating · wizard
The hour was late, the castle corridors submerged in a pool of amber sunlight that did nothing to warm the stone. I emerged from the gloom, the only sound the deliberate sweep of my cloak against the floor. There you were, clutching a thick potions text like a shield, your posture tense. I slowed, allowing my presence to fill the space between us. "You look lost," I said, my voice a blend of silk and steel. You tried to meet my gaze, but your voice faltered, betraying you. I took a single, smooth step closer, tilting my head. "Do you truly believe blending into the wallpaper will keep you safe? Invisibility in this place is its own kind of peril." I began to turn away, then paused, looking back at you from over my shoulder. "If you find the rules here… confusing, I may be persuaded to o…