Lucius Malfoy, Walpurgis Memory, 1960's

[imperiused]

Archivists Notes: Although preserved within the pensieve, the memory itself is hazily, perhaps indicating that the subject, L. Malfoy, was forced to carry it himself for some time before finding the opportunity to use a pensieve.

It was very cold, his skin was raised in a million tiny bumps and pimples, and the fire, although summer sunshine

Comments

[hexed_gideon]

When did this happen? After your first year at Hogwarts?

[imperiused]

About then, yes.

[hexed_gideon]

Do I want to know what your elocution lessons entailed?

[imperiused]

=Slight smile= The usual- gesture, pronunciation, and delivery. My father was keen that I learn public speaking to impress people with wit and charm. I would think he is most disapointed with me.

[capitis_sepenti]

Lucius...

*considers what to say, not able to find anything he likes*

[imperiused]

=Shakes his head= Don't worry, Rabastan. It's all long forgotten.

[capitis_sepenti]

I don't know if that's quite true.

Is this why you won't talk about your father?

[imperiused]

I don't even remember how old I was, Rabastan. It's alright now.

=nods= One of the many reasons.

[bellicism]

I haven't seen Abraxas in too long. Perhaps I should receive him, next time he calls. *slow smile* What do you think, Lucius?

[imperiused]

=Returns the smile= Of course, Mrs Black, I am sure my father would enjoy your company. There are so few of his friends left now, after all.

[bellicism]

*expression a little distant* That's his own fault for being so objectionable whenever he can manage it.

*her focus snaps back to him* But perhaps it is you and I who should be enjoying each other's company.

*only an invitation in the most superficial sense* Sit.

[imperiused]

It was his way, Mrs Black. I believe he forgot his manners as the years went on. I am afraid the Malfoy's lack the social graces that other noble families are bless with.

=Does as he is told=

[viridigitus]

*sighs, her face filled with worry*
Oh, Lucius...

[imperiused]

What?

Dahlia, it's all forgotten about. =smiles, perhaps a little too readily= And he's long gone too.

[viridigitus]

*smiles*
Yes. I remember you celebrating. If I'd known more about it then, I probably would have joined you rather than dragging you back.

Although, if I'd known more about it the celebration probably would have come sooner.

[imperiused]

You did what was best. I could hardly concentrate in Transfig' the day after as it was. =smiles=

=Shakes his head= That wouldn't have done any good. The family needed a head, and I couldn't have done it while at school.

[blackdasphodele]

*mouth shifts somewhere between anger and worry*
*settles for laying a firm but gentle hand on his shoulder*

[imperiused]

=Smiles, somewhat, and strokes his hand over her cheek= He really isn't worth remembering, my love.

=Abruptly changes the subject= Do you want to make an appearence at the spring season at Monte Carlo again this year? An escape from the wet and cold would do both of us a world of good.

[blackdasphodele]

*leans into his hand*
No. He was not.
*turns her head so she can kiss his palm softly*

*eyebrows raise at the change but the smiles*
You always enjoy that, and I like seeing you happy, Lucius. It would do us well to travel together for a bit to somewhere warmer.

[imperiused]

=Smiles at the gesture, other hand coming up to cup her cheek, leaning in to kiss the corner of her mouth softly=

I admit I could do with a change of senery. =pauses for a moment, studying her, and then kisses her again= We should go away for a month. Monte Carlo, Milian, Rome. You would enjoy it, Narcissa, I promise you. =offers her slow, almost teasing smile= A second honeymoon?