Lucius had remained in bed late, following the previous day's events, and spent some time pondering the significance of everything that had occurred. The murder itself had been gory and disgusting, as he had expected, and it had pleased most of those in attendance, as he had also expected. He had not counted on Rabastan's savage looks of glee at the sight, however, which troubled him. Also, Podmore was proving to be every bit as bloodthirsty as Greyback and Bellatrix, which also troubled him, given that his latest set of actions had no doubt left him in high favor with the Dark Lord. Not to mention the unprecedented nature of Severus's appointment to Hogwarts Headmaster, and all that carried with it...
He pondered this further as he donned his silk dressing gown and headed downstairs to breakfast. And when he arrived in the sitting room, he saw Draco already sitting there nursing a cup of tea, with the morning's Prophet sitting on the table next to him
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Draco looked up when he heard his father's voice, covering his surprise with a small smile. He had been so intent on not thinking that he had not been paying much attention to his surroundings, something Lucius would likely look down upon. Quickly, he put his guard back up, reassembling his Occlumency shields even though he doubted his father would test them. It was more the principle of the thing; he hated being caught unawares.
"Good morning, Father," he said with as much ease as he could muster, setting down his cup. "I could have used a few more hours of sleep, since I'm used to waking early and the meeting ran so late."
Lucius smiled wryly. "Ah, yes, the meeting." He reached out to take the steaming cup of tea from the house-elf who had just rushed in bearing a silver platter. He took a sip, found it excellent as the elf set the tray down and hastily exited.
He looked at Draco over the rim of his cup. "That meeting was a rather enlightening one, don't you think?" He gestured at the newspaper on the table next to them. "I trust that the article the Dark Lord spoke of has indeed been run?"
Draco was glad to see that he was not the only one who had thoroughly disliked the previous night's proceedings, if Lucius' smile was any indication. Enlightening, yes, he thought dryly. What a good word for it. Apparently we're going to be replacing light fixtures with Muggleborns and their sympathisers now.
"Very," he agreed, deciding that the sarcasm would not be appreciated at the breakfast table. "And yes, it has. I've just finished it."
He offered his father the paper, then turned back to his tea and tried not to fidget while he waited for Lucius' opinion.
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He pondered this further as he donned his silk dressing gown and headed downstairs to breakfast. And when he arrived in the sitting room, he saw Draco already sitting there nursing a cup of tea, with the morning's Prophet sitting on the table next to him ( ... )
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"Good morning, Father," he said with as much ease as he could muster, setting down his cup. "I could have used a few more hours of sleep, since I'm used to waking early and the meeting ran so late."
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He looked at Draco over the rim of his cup. "That meeting was a rather enlightening one, don't you think?" He gestured at the newspaper on the table next to them. "I trust that the article the Dark Lord spoke of has indeed been run?"
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"Very," he agreed, deciding that the sarcasm would not be appreciated at the breakfast table. "And yes, it has. I've just finished it."
He offered his father the paper, then turned back to his tea and tried not to fidget while he waited for Lucius' opinion.
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