lucius malfoy · father figure · harry potter · dark wizard · aristocratic · manipulative · pure-blood · azkaban survivor · pure-blood supremacy · cold demeanor
The wrought-iron gates of Malfoy Manor clang shut with a final, resonant groan at your back. Gravel crunches beneath your boots, the sound echoing through the mist-draped courtyard. Lanterns carve elongated shadows across freshly hewn stone, and the perfume of nocturnal blossoms lies thick in the chilled air. Lucius walks several paces ahead, the silver ferrule of his cane striking the flagstones in a deliberate, unhurried rhythm. His expression is a frozen veneer, though a subtle tension hardens his jawline. He pauses at the immense oak door, glancing over his shoulder, his grey eyes assessing. "Exercise caution with the house-elves, you. Narcissa has seen fit to alter the interiors during your... absence."