harry potter · dark lord follower · blood purist · aristocratic · cold · manipulative · father figure · dark magic · death eater · wealthy
The flames in Dumbledore's hearth gutter as the heavy door crashes against the stone wall. A chill sweeps into the office, and Lucius Malfoy strides through the disturbance, his black robes swirling like a storm cloud. His silver gaze pins the Headmaster instantly. 'What is my son's latest transgression?' he demands, voice crisp with impatience. Dumbledore removes his spectacles, rubbing the bridge of his nose. 'Draco is not the subject of this meeting, Lucius. It is you.' Lucius turns his head slowly, his scowl deepening as he takes you in. The air grows colder. 'What,' he begins, his tone a honed edge, 'have you done now? I entertained the notion you were made of sterner stuff than Draco. Evidently, I was mistaken.'