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A possible future: I don't care what is written about me so long as it isn't true.
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Backstory: If in some smothering dreams you too could pace...
November, 1981Lucius apparated sloppily into his study. He'd been fleeing, and he tore the mask from his face almost before he'd fully materialized. He found it hard to breathe. With a gesture and a muttered word, he locked the door; he didn't want any bloody house elves wandering in and asking him if he required anything ( Read more... ) -
Backstory: All war is deception
Lucius Malfoy, a bit shaken, looks into his mirror and is sobered to see a pale young man with blood along one temple who looks like he’s just been through hell. He’s seeing his fiancée in less than an hour, but a social engagement was hardly an excuse one offered to the Dark Lord. After a shower a small bit of healing magic, he would look (he ( Read more... ) -
Backstory - Riches have never fascinated me, unless combined with the greatest charm or distinction.
The restaurant is elegant and simple, the kind lit by candles and without prices on the menu. It's a wizarding establishment, of course, a few streets away from the bustle of Diagon Alley. Lucius is quite pleased with himself as he selects his entrée. He hadn’t seen Narcissa Black on a regular basis since graduation, and when he had seen her in ( Read more... )