Lucius rolled his eyes and hummed noncommittally. “I’m sure.” He chuckled to himself and nodded. “I’m aware. Hate her or love her, she’s going to marry me one day. Are you really saying that ten years ago you’ll never wonder about what we could’ve had?” He moved away from her and held his hands up innocently. “Yes, because slicing my throat in a public building would be so much easier. Do try and control yourself, McKinnon.”
Marlene rolled her eyes at Lucius’s reply as she replied, “The little Black lamb is about as important to me as the dirt on my shoes. And what we could have had? Honey you’re the one who’ll be wondering, I never would want to taint my hands with you and your snake ways.” She replied, her eyes sparkling with contempt at the thought of Lucius and the way he could rile her up so easy. However at the way he begun to back away, her lips began to curl up into a small smirk as she replied, “It would be rather interesting to decorate your entrails on the walls of this building, don’t you think Malfoy?” She asked, playfully handling the sword, as she ignored his words about controlling herself.













