Lucius hadn't expected to see many out and about on this particular evening, but he had been surprised by several couples or solitary figures making their way through the town. He supposed he couldn't be the only person whose life had undergone enormous changes in the past few months; and who might therefore be feeling... out of sorts. Still, he did his best to pay them no mind as he walked.
He stayed in the light as much as he could, not caring who saw him, and not looking too carefully at the faces that he passed. He trusted his subconcious to alert him if Narcissa's familiar form were visible, and other than her he could think of no one who he was sure he would want to speak to.
Lucius paused under a streetlamp - a Muggle streetlamp, he noticed with distaste, but what was one to do? It went on his list of things to change at the earliest possible opportunity. Now then, Copper Towers was not far, but would it be more convenient to continue along this street or turn to the right? Frowning in thought, he didn't take a close look
( ... )
The farther Draco traveled from the centre of town, the more dank and dreary the surroundings became. The faint glow of the streetlamps did not help matters; the light simply washed everything in unflattering amber. Wiltshire had been nothing like this awful place, though he would not allow himself to think on Wiltshire then and there
( ... )
The hairs on the back of Lucius' neck lifted suddenly, and he glanced around briefly, still affecting utmost indifference. There was someone there, watching him if he wasn't mistaken, and Lucius felt his lip curl slightly.
No doubt it was some wide-eyed innocent, come to stare at the recently released Death Eater. Either that or someone who honestly wished him harm - in which case, they should get on with it already and stop wasting Lucius' time. He knew how the game was played: if he was to be involved in any altercations in this new society, he must, under all circumstances, be the victim and not the instigator. Still, his instinct was to find out who it was before deciding how to proceed.
"Well?" he said clearly, letting disdain show in his voice. "Are you afraid to show your face?"
The voice was unmistakable; it was the very one and the same he had so longed to hear praise him when he had been a schoolboy.
Though Draco now knew who he was looking at across the way, he still did not feel at ease.
After all this time, the one man he had sometimes feared he would never see again was standing before him. The unsettled sensation gave way to relief and confusion and bitterness, and Draco's fingers did indeed tighten their grip upon the leather wand hilt, though he did not withdraw it from his cloak. Yet.
"Not afraid, no," he said evenly, the confident tone disguising the rush of uncertainty within him. With his free hand, Draco casually flipped down the cowl of his cloak. "Hello, Father." Have you any idea what I've done for you? Because of you?
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He stayed in the light as much as he could, not caring who saw him, and not looking too carefully at the faces that he passed. He trusted his subconcious to alert him if Narcissa's familiar form were visible, and other than her he could think of no one who he was sure he would want to speak to.
Lucius paused under a streetlamp - a Muggle streetlamp, he noticed with distaste, but what was one to do? It went on his list of things to change at the earliest possible opportunity. Now then, Copper Towers was not far, but would it be more convenient to continue along this street or turn to the right? Frowning in thought, he didn't take a close look ( ... )
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No doubt it was some wide-eyed innocent, come to stare at the recently released Death Eater. Either that or someone who honestly wished him harm - in which case, they should get on with it already and stop wasting Lucius' time. He knew how the game was played: if he was to be involved in any altercations in this new society, he must, under all circumstances, be the victim and not the instigator. Still, his instinct was to find out who it was before deciding how to proceed.
"Well?" he said clearly, letting disdain show in his voice. "Are you afraid to show your face?"
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Though Draco now knew who he was looking at across the way, he still did not feel at ease.
After all this time, the one man he had sometimes feared he would never see again was standing before him. The unsettled sensation gave way to relief and confusion and bitterness, and Draco's fingers did indeed tighten their grip upon the leather wand hilt, though he did not withdraw it from his cloak. Yet.
"Not afraid, no," he said evenly, the confident tone disguising the rush of uncertainty within him. With his free hand, Draco casually flipped down the cowl of his cloak. "Hello, Father." Have you any idea what I've done for you? Because of you?
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