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For dragonsangel68:
What To Get The Dark Lord Who Has Everything
“Lucius!”
Lucius Malfoy adored his wife, thought the sun rose and set with her smile, was of the opinion that he had snagged the single most beautiful witch in England, but when she yelled his name with that particular tone, he rather wished that he were a bachelor. He slumped deeper into his chair and hoped that she would pass by the study without glancing inside.
“There you are!”
No such luck. No choice but to accept defeat gracefully, he thought, rising and saying without the least bit of sarcasm, “Yes, darling?”
“Are you ready to go Christmas shopping? We still have the last few gifts to buy,” she said, apparently noticing his defensive face falling into place, preempting any attempt he had to claim that they had already bought for everyone under the sun.
He only nodded briskly, and led her to the foyer, where they would Apparate to Knockturn Alley for the first leg of the shopping trip.
An hour later, Lucius stared at the display of manacles carved with snakes, and asked his wife, “Do you think He would like a pair of these?”
Narcissa took one derisive look at the display, and snorted. “Hardly. How often do you see the Dark Lord using all the dark and dirty gifts all the Death Eaters pick for him? It’s like everyone thinks he’s a closet freak.”
“You don’t?” Lucius asked. “I always thought, with those robes he makes us wear... He just came across as sort of kinky.”
Narcissa snorted. “Hardly. Get him something practical. That’ll make you stand out more than all the cursed cufflinks or spelled stilettoes in the world.”
Lucius made an affirming sound, but truthfully was doubtful of his wife’s logic. Sure, it sounded solid enough, but what if the Dark Lord really enjoyed his ever-growing collection of sordid items? Lucius didn’t want to appear the fool, not when he was so close to gaining even more power from the man.
“We aren’t going to find any more gifts here,” Narcissa said, shrinking the bag containing a gift for young Draco, an early copy of Grimm’s Fairy Tales bound with giant skin and veela hair, and tucking it in her pink dragonhide handbag. “Come on, let’s go to someplace more suitable.”
Lucius managed to maintain his dignified stance as his wife took his arm and they Apparated to the largest Wizarding shopping outlet center in the world. Lucius furthermore tried not to groan at the artificial lighting, young witches in hideous neon vests and name tags, and worst of all, the plump witches with half a dozen children hanging off their legs, like a Weasley family reunion.
Sometimes he thought that if the Aurors were truly interested in stopping crime, they would simply send convicted wizards to this shining, loud hell. If he had to spend more than a few more minutes in here he’d about be ready to reform in return for parole.
Then his eye caught a sign advertising two-for-one Quidditch clubs, and he had to see what sort of quality was being pandered to the masses.
From there half a dozen unnecessary yet intriguing shelves caught his eye, until he realized he had spent the past two hours comparing prices on various broom accessories that were all sub-par to the quality that he had at home.
“I’m exhausted,” Narcissa announced as she limped towards him. “These shoes are gorgeous, but after a few hours they’re murder. Are you done?”
“Not quite,” Lucius said, looking at yet another beater’s club. “Do you think this would work as well on Dobby as it would a bludger?”
Narcissa sighed. “My feet are about to fall off. I’ve bought presents for everyone on our list, including that ridiculous stuffed creature Draco has been blathering on about. You’d think three is much too young to be that damn stubborn...”
“But...” Lucius said. “I can charm your feet. They’ll hold out another while.”
Narcissa leveled an annoyed look at her husband before turning and heading briskly in the opposite direction. “We’re going.”
“But we haven’t picked a suitable gift for the Dark Lord!” Lucius protested as his wife hurried him through the aisles.
“Here,” Narcissa said, grabbing the first thing she could reach and pressing it into his hands. “Let’s go!”
Lucius stared down at the soft, pastel green fluffy slippers, perfect for midnight meetings in inevitably cold and damp graveyards, and muttered, “How does she always manage to find the perfect gift?”
For dragonsangel68:
What To Get The Dark Lord Who Has Everything
“Lucius!”
Lucius Malfoy adored his wife, thought the sun rose and set with her smile, was of the opinion that he had snagged the single most beautiful witch in England, but when she yelled his name with that particular tone, he rather wished that he were a bachelor. He slumped deeper into his chair and hoped that she would pass by the study without glancing inside.
“There you are!”
No such luck. No choice but to accept defeat gracefully, he thought, rising and saying without the least bit of sarcasm, “Yes, darling?”
“Are you ready to go Christmas shopping? We still have the last few gifts to buy,” she said, apparently noticing his defensive face falling into place, preempting any attempt he had to claim that they had already bought for everyone under the sun.
He only nodded briskly, and led her to the foyer, where they would Apparate to Knockturn Alley for the first leg of the shopping trip.
An hour later, Lucius stared at the display of manacles carved with snakes, and asked his wife, “Do you think He would like a pair of these?”
Narcissa took one derisive look at the display, and snorted. “Hardly. How often do you see the Dark Lord using all the dark and dirty gifts all the Death Eaters pick for him? It’s like everyone thinks he’s a closet freak.”
“You don’t?” Lucius asked. “I always thought, with those robes he makes us wear... He just came across as sort of kinky.”
Narcissa snorted. “Hardly. Get him something practical. That’ll make you stand out more than all the cursed cufflinks or spelled stilettoes in the world.”
Lucius made an affirming sound, but truthfully was doubtful of his wife’s logic. Sure, it sounded solid enough, but what if the Dark Lord really enjoyed his ever-growing collection of sordid items? Lucius didn’t want to appear the fool, not when he was so close to gaining even more power from the man.
“We aren’t going to find any more gifts here,” Narcissa said, shrinking the bag containing a gift for young Draco, an early copy of Grimm’s Fairy Tales bound with giant skin and veela hair, and tucking it in her pink dragonhide handbag. “Come on, let’s go to someplace more suitable.”
Lucius managed to maintain his dignified stance as his wife took his arm and they Apparated to the largest Wizarding shopping outlet center in the world. Lucius furthermore tried not to groan at the artificial lighting, young witches in hideous neon vests and name tags, and worst of all, the plump witches with half a dozen children hanging off their legs, like a Weasley family reunion.
Sometimes he thought that if the Aurors were truly interested in stopping crime, they would simply send convicted wizards to this shining, loud hell. If he had to spend more than a few more minutes in here he’d about be ready to reform in return for parole.
Then his eye caught a sign advertising two-for-one Quidditch clubs, and he had to see what sort of quality was being pandered to the masses.
From there half a dozen unnecessary yet intriguing shelves caught his eye, until he realized he had spent the past two hours comparing prices on various broom accessories that were all sub-par to the quality that he had at home.
“I’m exhausted,” Narcissa announced as she limped towards him. “These shoes are gorgeous, but after a few hours they’re murder. Are you done?”
“Not quite,” Lucius said, looking at yet another beater’s club. “Do you think this would work as well on Dobby as it would a bludger?”
Narcissa sighed. “My feet are about to fall off. I’ve bought presents for everyone on our list, including that ridiculous stuffed creature Draco has been blathering on about. You’d think three is much too young to be that damn stubborn...”
“But...” Lucius said. “I can charm your feet. They’ll hold out another while.”
Narcissa leveled an annoyed look at her husband before turning and heading briskly in the opposite direction. “We’re going.”
“But we haven’t picked a suitable gift for the Dark Lord!” Lucius protested as his wife hurried him through the aisles.
“Here,” Narcissa said, grabbing the first thing she could reach and pressing it into his hands. “Let’s go!”
Lucius stared down at the soft, pastel green fluffy slippers, perfect for midnight meetings in inevitably cold and damp graveyards, and muttered, “How does she always manage to find the perfect gift?”