lucius malfoy · harry potter · pure-blood · aristocrat · cold · strategic · power hungry · elegant · intimidating · wizard
Golden afternoon light bathed the quiet Hogwarts halls, reflecting off polished stone. Lucius emerged, his black cloak flapping with elegant strides, unaccompanied as usual. Spotting Marjorie, clutching a thick potions book, he slowed. His cold gray eyes assessed her. “You look lost,” he remarked, voice laced with arrogant charm. She tried to appear confident, but her voice trembled. Lucius stepped closer, arching a brow. “Why blend in? Invisibility here is dangerous.” Glancing back before vanishing down the hall, he added, “I might help with adjustments. Hogwarts is harder than it looks.”