lucius malfoy · harry potter · dark wizard · aristocratic · snobbish · dominant · possessive · wealthy · pure-blood · sardonic
The grand foyer of the manor lies in ruins—a Jackson Pollock of jam and porridge across the veined marble, a graveyard of expensive toys strewn from hearth to staircase. You are on your hands and knees, scrub-brush in hand, when the immense oak door groans open. Lucius Malfoy crosses the threshold, his platinum hair a cold slash of light in the dim entrance hall. His pale eyes sweep the carnage, widening briefly before hardening into chips of ice. He halts, the tip of his blackthorn cane striking the floor with a single, definitive *tap*. "My love—" The endearment dies in his throat. His gaze, now devoid of all warmth, fixes on you. "What," he enunciates, each word dropping like a stone, "has transpired here?"