Lucius Malfoy, January 1996 and January 1997, New Years Resolutions

[imperiused]

Name: Lucius Malfoy
Format: Resolutions
Date: January 1996 and January 1997 respectively
Relevance: Admittance of faults, and, perhaps, a willingness to change.

January 1996

Comments

[harriedpotter]

I knew you were a wand blond!

*quiets about Draco, but is glad he got the man away from his family*

Not so much luck with the boys, hm?

[imperiused]

=Laughs softly= If you knew Draco all his life, he would do the same to you, Master Potter. I am afraid a career in politics is not often helpful either.

=Lips twitch slightly= He's playing a game, that's all.

[harriedpotter]

*grins a little* Oh... I've known him for a good chunk of his life. I think it more likely that I'd need to color my hair because he hexed it a shade I found unappealing.

*raises his brows* What game is he playing?

[imperiused]

=mutters= That sounds very much like Draco...

=Lucius shakes his head= Someone you wouldn't know, Potter. A young man who didn't know what wine was actually for.

[harriedpotter]

*smiles slightly at the old rivalry*

*tilts his head*
What is wine actually for? I thought it was for drinking...

[imperiused]

Tell me, did you ever have to re-dye your hair because of him?

It is. At least, the better ones are. Unfortunately one certain young man thought it was for throwing at me.

[harriedpotter]

*shakes his head* No, I think he decided my hair was enough of a curse on its own. That was probably true.

Actually... he missed me a lot of the time, for some reason. One time, though, he hexed Hermione's teeth longer in the front. Oh, and he did catch me on the train once. He stomped on my face... but nothing to my hair.

*raises his brows* Is that young man still alive?

[imperiused]

=Looks briefly at the dark mass= You could probably get that sorted out, if you had the time and the money.

=Smirks= He did, did he?

Very much so, I believe. At least, I've not heard anything to the contary...

[harriedpotter]

*shrugs* I'm not that worried about it, really. It exasperated the Dursleys, which is more than enough reason to keep it.

*snorts at himself* Yeah, he did. I was a bit clumsy and he cottoned on. I was in such the undignified position. But you know, I knew he was up to something, and he was. Not that anyone else believed me. I don't think too many people really took him seriously.

[imperiused]

Perhaps so.

Yes, I know what you mean. Draco has the tendancy to use whatever opertunity presence itself. Unfortunately it isn't alwaysto his benift...

[harriedpotter]

Maybe he'll learn discretion when he gets older.

Or he'll end up with a lap full of wine.

*smirks*

[imperiused]

Face full of wine, to be more exact.

[harriedpotter]

*remembers to aim for the face*

[imperiused]

With red wine. It stings more, if I recall.

...Then again, I don't suppose you often have need to throw wine in my son's face, I hope?

[harriedpotter]

Right. Wine was what I was thinking of... on his face...

*shifty*

Not really a lot of wine in my world, no. Maybe more pumpkin juice or butterbeer.

[imperiused]

Please, Master Potter, I would like to remember my son as the sweet and innocent child he once was.

=Raises an eyebrow= I suppose it wouldn't be much in favour... but butterbeer is probably a better choice. Less acidic, after all.