Beware my Silence.

Lucius Abraxas Malfoy, Slytherin Death Eater, a lot to say about a little.

[princessxnarcissa]

  As are mine, extraordinarily happy in fact. I think they’re looking forward to finalizing at least one of their daughters’ engagements.

[abraxaslucius]

That's good news! Are they no closer to finding a partner for Bella or Eda?

[abraxaslucius]

Why did you have to ruin the Ball?

Excuse me, I think you'll find Morgan started it. As if I'd cause a petty fight at a ball. No matter how bad the ball was, it was still a ball. Are you accusing me of poor etiquette?

[aled-morgan-deactivated20161215]

  Oh, those bastards. On a matter of principle though, if you ever call it “funny” again, I’ll hex you until you can’t stand.

Malfoy. How old are we? Look me in the eyes and tell me that your precious Dark Lord actually cares about school kids. Like, at all. I don’t give a crap about your views - I just want some excitement in my life.

[abraxaslucius]

Why, because you need poppy to come and nuture you?

He gives a crap about us if we're going to take the mark and follow him into the fight, If you muck him around and go on missions and step out, it's your life, not mine.

[princessxnarcissa]

  No, me neither. Sorry.

Slytherins do seem a little thin on the ground as of late, but I’m sure that it won’t be too bad. And it has been forcing us to spend more time together, I’m sure our parents are overjoyed.

[abraxaslucius]

True, as long as we keep them up to date. My parents seem to be owling me about the meetings constantly, they're very happy.

[failingravenclaw-deactivated201]

Vulnerable || Lucius & Gemma

Gemma had never been big on dances. She wasn’t a fan of any organised group activity, really. It was fairly normal for her to be wandering the castle alone on nights like this - the deserted corridors and common room made for excellent pranking. She was grateful for that, that her absence tonight wouldn’t be missed. Because although she was wandering the halls like always, she was doing so in an entirely different frame of mind to normally. She was upset.

That, in itself, wasn’t too unusual. Gemma often got upset in the angry, I-hate-the-world-and-everyone-in-it kind of way. But tonight was different. She kept thinking of her brother, of everything that had happened at home. In truth, the ball would have been a welcome distraction, but when she’d listened to people discussing what they were going to wear and who they might get to dance with all she could do was marvel at how normal everything seemed for them. They were going on with their lives like her whole life hadn’t changed completely in the month she was gone, like she hadn’t come back to Hogwarts with a whole new set of burdens to add to the fact that she wasn’t welcome in this world, that she didn’t fit in with her old one and that within a year she’d very likely either be dead or have no job and no prospects of a future.

To be honest, it was a wonder she didn’t get upset like this more often - she certainly had a lot of reasons to be.

But no, this was a very rare sight. Gemma Wood slumped against a wall near the library, the spidery red lines of burst blood vessels covering the whites of her eyes as she willed herself to stop crying, because she didn’t cry, she never cried. This was Gemma with her defences down, actually looking like a teenage girl for once. She was slow to hear the sound of approaching footsteps over her own laboured breathing, barely having time to wipe the tear tracks from her face and make a futile attempt to compose herself.

[abraxaslucius]

Lucius took a walk mid ball for reasons of sheer boredom. It seemed the more people talked about the ball, the less actually came; Malfoy had found himself chatting with Narcissa, and then pestered by none other than Potter. 

It had been nothing short of uncomfortable, finding himself with only one person he could talk to. These school balls always found Lucius running short, uncomfortable with the amount of ettiquette being missed, the amount of children running around and giggling. To sit in the common room and groan would be nothing short of rude to his fellow attendees, but Lucius had decided none of them, short of Narcissa, where worth giving a damn over manners for.

In short, Lucius was headed back to be antisocial, in the long run. He coudln't bring himself to be that rude just yet. Having excused himself for fresh air, he found himself walking in the library of all places. He was browsing the book shelfs in a simple effort to kill time, when he heard.. oh no it wasn't. 

Crying. 

Lucius wasn't good at this. This wasn't his field, you sent Narcissa to deal with this-

"Oh for merlins sake, Wood."

[princessxnarcissa]

  That’s not what I meant Lucius.

There will be an obnoxious amount of Gryffindors there, I wouldn’t bet on any satisfying company.

[abraxaslucius]

I know that, but I'm at a loss as to how to reply.

Indeed, makes me wish we could find your sisters, or more of the Slytherin house, I've only really been talking to Aled Morgan lately, and that can't be good for my mental health.

[princessxnarcissa]

  Because we’re friends. I always thought that when someone called me that, we would at least be romantically entangled.

I agree with you there. I’m almost certain that you’re going to be the only person attending I’ll want to talk to.

[abraxaslucius]

I'm sorry we're friends?

At least we'll have good company, just in small doses.

[aled-morgan-deactivated20161215]

  You absolute dick. How do you know about that?

It’s not funny, you arse. And just because I’m supporting your cause doesn’t mean I have to recite the same tired ideals as the rest of you. You’re just slightly less boring than the alternative.

[abraxaslucius]

You're on the special wet wipe list for tragic backgrounds that we need to "Care for and Nuture" according to Madame Pomfrey. All in all, just provides some interesting background.

Yes, you do. You know what happens who those who get into this who don't understand the ideals, right? You don't get to play the game of 'slightly less boring'. You run and hide now or you get a mark and give life service. Sure the Dark Lord would be more than happy to know you're taking duty lightly.

[theeviltwinamycus-deactivated20]

  Happier with the perspective of never becoming a hateful bitch. You know, I’m really looking forward to meet you after school someday. When I’ll be completely successful and the living proof of how wrong your are.

Infinity times better.With a family like that, he’s better the way he is now. And please, I believed you were at least a little smarter. You really think that anything your social circle says about the situation actually means something to me? That’s just stupid. Said guy can be annoying, but it isn’t humanly possible to be more than you. 

I’ve learned so much on this conversation. Apparently if you’re futile, hypocrite and an arrogant psycho that means you’re superior? Life changing, isn’t it?

You had your warning, Malfoy. Next time I won’t think twice before sending you to detention for disrespecting the younger students. 

[abraxaslucius]

Successful? Like what, in a muggle line of work. Our paths won't cross unless you disgrace the Potters pureblood name and let James fawn all over you. Even then, not much to say about success.

I'm a psycho? I'm not the one who associates with muggles. I am a wizard who was raised like one should be. You found out about magic at eleven and became an outcast like every mudblood is. Muggles don't want you because they're impossibly brain dead, and we won't touch anything to do with them. 

I'm a prefect to, moron. Try getting Slughorn to send a Malfoy to detention.

[princessxnarcissa]

  I still find it weird for you to call me that. 

Are you looking forward to the ball?

[abraxaslucius]

Why?

Of course I am, it's a nice celebration. A little annoyed at the company besides you, it's just hard to find decent company around.

[siriusblacksuniverse]

I hear there’s going to be dance. Girls, applications to be my date can be sent by owl direct. 

[abraxaslucius]

I think your dancing just made me throw up a little.

[princessxnarcissa]

  They’re not oddly deep, I’m just curious.

[abraxaslucius]

Yes, of course it's smart to trust you. You're a Black, and unlike Sirius, you know how to behave in public. You've proven you're not untrustworthy by behavior I've seen and you get a good rep from Bella. You're my future wife, it would be very dumb not to trust you.

[aled-morgan-deactivated20161215]

  No, it isn’t. Well, it is, but that’s not what I was talking about. It’s a disease, Malfoy, a horrible one. And if wizards actually paid attention to the things Muggles learn, you’d know about it. And maybe we’d know how to cure it. But instead, dumbasses like you think it’s just a sign of the Zodiac.

Muddy ideas? How is an idea muddy? How does that even make sense?

[abraxaslucius]

Ohhh.. that's the thing your sister had, isn't it? That's why you're so hell bent on muggle hospitals. Funny, really. 

Muddy because it's impure idea. For a death eater, you do come out with a lot of those recently.

[failingravenclaw-deactivated201]

  I think it’s my charm. You had to stress that they were Muggles, didn’t you? Couldn’t just say parents? But of course you couldn’t - if you didn’t remind yourself that I was so impure, you might find yourself actually enjoying our conversations.

I don’t know, Malfoy, you were the one calling me beautiful. I’d say that’s pretty mixed messages, if you asked me. Oh, it involves a lot of punching. Couple of kicks where the sun doesn’t shine. I don’t suppose you’re too familiar with Muggle fighting, are you?

[abraxaslucius]

I do enjoy these chats, it's a chance to wind up an ignorant who shouldn't be at this school, why would I miss that?

You mean magicless fighting. I know of it, I've seen Gryffindor morons engage in it. It's for those who aren't powerful enough to face a better opponent in a magical duel.

[princessxnarcissa]

  You think it’s smart to trust me?

[abraxaslucius]

Until you start asking oddly deep questions like "it's smart to trust me?" Every minute.

[theeviltwinamycus-deactivated20]

  That’s all you care about? Power and money?

If having such amazing power means to be a stupid jerk who is full of prejudices, I couldn’t be happier with that perspective.

Yes, that is why I’m friends with someone called a disgraced pureblood for choosing to be better than you are, and someone you can call a stammering weakling but its so much more brave and smart and gentle than any of you can ever dream to be. Both of whom are best friends with a guy I’m trying to dodge, and even this said guy is better than you, Malfoy.

You, on the other hand, is surrounded by hypocrites and psychos, who  have as their main goal in life to fight for some major psycho. Thinking about it, isn’t it obvious how status, blood and wealth can make you superior? Such superior persons indeed.

[abraxaslucius]

No, but power and money bring with it all the other things I need to care about, so in simplistic terms I could. 

Happier with a perspective that will leave you in the dirt where you belong? Wonderful.

Better than I am? Have you heard the talk of him? He's a laughing stock and disgraced with no family support. Muggle family would be better than the nothing he has now. Said guy is only more in the sense of more annoying. And dumb for pursuing a mudblood like you. Yes, it makes me superior. That's what I've been telling you all this time. That's what lets me push first years out the way, so if you wouldn't mine, I'm getting on with my day.

[abraxaslucius]

October || Lucius & Open

Even with the thick scarf covering the top of his body not already done so by his cloak, Lucius felt bitterly cold from the wind that was cutting the mild evening into a painful one. As the sun got closer to slipping behind the vastness of the Forbidden Forest and dinner called more and more, Lucius continued to read his book in the closest thing to quiet this school had to offer. With this years first  years getting louder and louder, running faster in the corridors and getting in the way, the common room felt more like a children's nursery than home. 

Turning another page in the thick hardback as he sat with his back against a non lethal tree  facing towards the sunset, Lucius's blank face turned into a scowl when a crash came from behind him. Turning around quickly, he caught sight of what had happened. 

"What are you doing?" Lucius shouted over to them. Why couldn't he get an evening without this school?