The unpopping of Lucius Malfoy ((closed RP: Snape & Narcissa))

[pure_tradition]

((Unpopping Lucius after the proper procedures. =) He doesn't remember his previous time at HH Hogwarts, and will be a very canon characterization. Closed because Lucius is in no state for socializing with strangers.))

It was past midnight, and a butter-sodden man was sitting hunched outside the popcorn room, eyes open, but unmoving and seemingly

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[methleigh]

Severus hurried along in the wake of the urgent elf. As soon as Narcissa had arrived at this strange and new Hogwarts he had requested to be notified the moment they came upon someone like Lucius. Or Draco. Or Abraxas for that matter. Malfoys, with family resemblance and that white hair of alabaster dreams. Oh, maybe the dreams had warped, but where one had entered the world, perhaps another would follow.

Now he hurried, his wand at the ready for a reassuring Turgeo. Even coming from Azkaban, the man would need to have his pride restored. Severus also bore a basket of potions. Merlin knew how deep the scars of the Dementors had sunk into the man's soul, rotting his perceptions. Dr. Ubbly's Oblivious Unction featured prominently, along with Calming Draught, Bruise Pate, Murtlap Essence, Blood-Replenishing Potion, and Dittany. The basket also contained an instant perfect cup of tea, a slab of chocolate and a flask of scotch.

He knelt as he came upon Lucius, hunched over his son's popcorn plaque. Severus understood. He missed the boy and all the promise of his family. He must bring him to Narcissa as soon as possible. How glad and relieved she would be! Then his face fell as he considered Lucius in the 'new' Hogwarts, with its assorted Muggles, and Worse.

[pure_tradition]

Lucius turned from the plaque as he sensed the figure approaching along the dim hall, the black robes which resolved themselves not into a dementor, but the familiar form of Severus Snape. There were few sights that could have been as reassuring at that moment as the sight of Snape standing there, looking perfectly alive and healthy (insofar as Snape ever looked healthy). Whenever his thoughts at Azkaban had drifted to those he was close to, they had been twisted, turned to his greatest fears. But, there appeared to be nothing wrong with this Snape, no contortions of what appeared to be a simple reality. Not that this was an easy reality to accept, not when Draco's name and a 'Gryffindor' label were glaring at him from the plaque, but, he found the spark of sudden hope the sight had kindled wasn't snuffed as quickly as it should have been at Azkaban. But where else but Azkaban would he find his son in Gryffindor? Unexpected release would be a fool's hope.

But a hope it was. "Severus," he croaked with a voice not used in may weeks, expecting the scene to fade back into the walls of the prison with his words, as if the effort of sound would banish the oddly tranquil scene. "Are you really there, Severus? What is this, why is my son's name here?" The sight of his old friend standing there caused him to notice himself as well, and he rubbed his greasy fingers together, glancing at the substance and his sodden Azkaban garments with disgust before returning a pleading gaze to Snape, one which begged for any sort of reassurance or explanation, even if it was from a phantom.