Lucius A. Malfoy

30. Malfoy. Slytherin. Husband. Death Eater. Mundus Novus. Member of the Twenty Eight.

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cygnus-b​:

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If Cygnus was brutally honest with himself, Lucius was the sort of son that Cygnus had longed for all his married life. A proud pure-blooded heir who had shouldered the weight of the Malfoy name and all it entailed with such ease as Abraxas had passed. There was no doubt in Cygnus mind that Lucius had been a good fit for Narcissa, a good respectable marriage with a respectable pureblooded heir. 

“I most certainly agree with you there. A monkey or a pig are neither commonly available as a masquerade mask, nor flattering. They don’t even seem to correlate with the stereotype of the animal’s personality. Perhaps a lion might better signify power, rather than a monkey…if I ever decide to throw a bizarre masquerade party, with strange masks, remind me to at least have them make sense.”

Cygnus swirled his wine in his glass before polishing it off, popping the empty glass on the tray of a passing waiter. “A pointless game of no consequence which required some soul-searching. It’s curious indeed…and has certainly aroused my curiosity around Madam Zabini.”

Cygnus paused, glancing around to see if there was anyone listening to their conversation. “I find that seeking power can get addictive. Once you’ve tasted true power flowing through your veins….you can never get enough. One must control their urges, lest they become unruly….but it is easy to seek more and more.”

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Lucius wrinkled his nose slightly at Cygnus’s suggestion. They weren’t the worst suggestion he supposed, but still. “I would hardly want to be seen in a lion mask. You know the connotation that animal holds in these parts. I should think i prefer the monkey, regardless of how atrocious it looks,” he said. He couldn’t imagine wearing the Gryffindor mascot, even for a party. He wouldn’t want to lump himself in with that disgraceful house. They were loud and uncouth and he found it a challenge (at best) to respect anyone who would dare associate with the house. Unlike his own, which held prestige and only the best names available to the wizarding world. “or perhaps I can simply remind you not to throw a masquerade party instead.”

“Raises curiosity perhaps, but moreso makes me question taste levels. That along with the guest list. It seems that it’s not just the proper bloods who have been invited,” he said taking a sip from his glass. “I had hopes perhaps we would have a new recruit,” he said dropping his voice to a softer level, “looking at this party, I’m not entirely sure about that.”

It was almost ironic, Cygnus’s comment, given Bellatrix seemed to be the living proof of that point. “Yes well I suppose it’s for the best then that I’ve been raised with power. One learns to control it and its urges early. Besides, growing power isn’t a bad thing as long as you aren’t messy about it.”

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alice-in-axrorland​:

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Alice could tell right away that the man opposite her had no clue whom she was. She actually found that pretty amusing. To be honest, she probably wasn’t that surprised that he could not recognise her. Alice ws sure that she did not rank very highly on his list of important people. Not that she cared. Alice didn’t really have the same beliefs as many of the other purebloods, and she only really put up with the Malfoys because they were family. If Lucius hadn’t been her husband’s cousin she probably would not have wanted to really converse with him too much.

A little smirk formed behind her mask though. She was really enjoying the fact that Lucius didn’t know her way too much. She wondered if she should be offended that he couldn’t tell who she was, but she couldn’t care less. In actual fact, she wondered if it was a blessing in disguise that may come in useful in the future that Lucius couldn’t recognise whom she is.

“It really does…” She murmured with a shrug. To be honest, the masks didn’t bother her that much, just that they made her a little anxious. It was why she was being careful who she talked too, and was not being too forthful coming with what she was saying. “I do indeed know who you are…” She teased, clearly enjoying this way too much.

“I don’t know whether to be offended that you can’t even recognise your own family” She mused, continuing to tease him. Technically she was only family through marriage though. “It’s Alice” And no. She wasn’t really too bothered that he hadn’t been able to recognise her.

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Lucius bristled at the small smirk the woman’s lips held. She thought she had a hand up on him and truth be told, she did when he didn’t know her identity. Lucius didn’t like not knowing things. Blame it one his mother, a Ravenclaw to her core. Blame it on his father, who held it against him whenever he didn’t know anything. But Lucius always wanted to everything, it meant having the upper hand on everyone and being the one at a disadvantage was not a place Lucius ever desired to be. His hand gripped his wand under his jacket.

Family? He turned toward her. It wasn’t Bellatrix. He’d recognize her. Andromeda seemed like an unlikely choice. And there really wasn’t anyone- “Ah. Alice. Frank’s wife,” he said as the name snapped into place. He didn’t bother hiding the fact that he wasn’t impressed nor that he didn’t particularly care for Frank. He wasn’t impressed by him either. He wasn’t entirely sure why his parents had saved him a place in Mundus Novus, but here they were.

“So I take that to mean my dear cousin is here somewhere?” He said, looking around. Suddenly the party seemed so much less fun. If they let the likes of Frank and Alice in, well he had to question the taste level of those throwing the party. “I have to say, it’s a bit of a surprise to see you--and presumably Frank--are here. I wouldn’t have thought a soiree of this kind quite your kind of taste.”

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When everyone knows you're a monster, you needn't waste time doing every monstrous thing.

Kaz Brekker, Six of Crows

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rishafawley​:

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“Well, love is exactly what I want,” Risha pointed out to the man standing in front of her. “From my husband, from the people in the world. I love my husband, he loves me but I don’t think our love has stopped growing.” Or perhaps it had… She wasn’t sure but that was something that she would have to figure out on her own. She did not need the man in front of her to doubt her marriage. Yes, there were problems behind the scenes but Risha would protect her marriage.

The young woman scrunched her nose and then slowly shook her head. “Most of it on the list, perhaps, yes. You don’t get respect from people just because you have power. I think power can make people fear you and that’s something far from respect. And love is something that you don’t with power either.” Risha took a sip of the glass of the champagne that she was holding, her eyes not leaving the other. “Or would you say otherwise?”

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Lucius only just bit back a roll of the eyes. It was pathetic enough to want for love, and unspeakably worse to declare it at a party by your dress. And for it to come from a married woman? Narcissa wouldn’t have been allowed leave the house, lost her privilege of attending the party all together due to the misstep, and he knew it was far kinder action than his father would have taken against his mother for the same error. “Perhaps your husband has more important things to focus on,” he replied simply. Or at least the man should. After all his brother had entered the Mundus ranks where Risha and her husband had thus far fallen short.

“Well I don’t know about that. You have the right power and people can’t help but respect you.” His father had been held in such high regards, as were the Black brothers, and Voldemort, Lucius didn’t see why he should be any difference. Besides, the line between fear and respect were so small, weren’t they? “Admiration comes from having power and that ought to lead to enough love for anyone. Besides. I’m a married man. Why should I be saying I have need for love?” He asked. His marriage was not one of love, nor did he want it to be, though that didn’t mean he didn’t play that it was to the public eye. And he wasn’t going to hurt he or Narcissa’s reputation by allowing room for gossip when it came to their relationship.

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deathqueen​:

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𝙽𝙰𝚁𝙲𝙸𝚂𝚂𝙰 𝙽𝙾𝙳𝚂 𝙰𝙻𝙾𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙾 𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙷𝚄𝚂𝙱𝙰𝙽𝙳'𝚂 𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃, in usual agreement, though she is always careful to not sound too obsequious. Only she knows that there is an art to being obedient and maintaining her sense of pride as a woman, for there is nothing more embarrassing than being a helpless, sniveling mess. She had pride, even if it’d always been second to her prestigious surnames. “You’re right,” she assents, “although you do have to wonder if people can truly be reformed even after they’ve taken to Mudbloods.” Sourly, she thinks of her sister, though she does not dare mention her name out loud. For all intents and purposes, Andromeda is dead to her. “Zabini… and perhaps the other Fawleys could be convinced…” Thinking out loud, she scans the crowd for familiar faces, though the dratted masks obscured most of the identities of the partygoers. “I do hope I do not end up talking to anyone undesirable with all these masks.” 

Turning, Narcissa is grateful for how much the mask hides, allowing too much of her surprise to flash across her face. “Yes. Of-of course.” In a rare moment, she stumbles over her words. Nothing else to say, she nods, returning back to her absent-minded gaze across to the crowd. Lucius Malfoy is not a caring man, and she has never deluded herself into thinking so… and yet, the seemingly soft gesture jolts her. There is still much she does not know about her husband. “Of course, I would like to think that I could hold my own against a couple of Mudbloods.” 

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“I would think it depends how deeply they’ve been tarnished. Thought I would tend to thin not.” The likes of Andromeda and Sirius were already written off the Lucius. He didn’t view them as members of his wife’s family, they were mistakes better left forgotten. Marks on the Black tapestry that needed burnt out. And the family had had such a good reputation just a few years ago...it was a shame really.

Lucius narrowed his eyes as he looked out over the crowd, thinking over her comment. The Fawley brothers were interesting, he knew Parth well enough from school he supposed, though it had been his older brother who had already joined their ranks. He would assume there must be something worthwhile to them besides only blood to have been allowed in, but then for some god forsaken reason Orion had managed to get his son into the group (and not the only son of his worth a damn at that) and his own father had talked Frank into membership at his mother’s behest. Maybe anyone could see the light in the right conditions, but having them in the Mundus ranks wasn’t going to make things any easier. “Perhaps they could. We’ll have to keep an eye out, tread carefully. If you see promise, let me know and I’ll take it to the founders.” His father had passed, but that left Lucius as the one who ought step up in his place.

Lucius reaches inside his suit to carefully touch his gloved fingertips to his wand--a reassurance it was there, that he could protect himself and his reputation. Once, perhaps, he would not have thought of it, felt the need to check, but with his father gone, everything seemed to be on less secure footing. “You could, I have no doubt,” he wouldn’t have married her if he had concerns about that, “unfortunately the filthy have recruited enough good blood. And that’s not to mention those following the Dark Lord.” No one knew they were members of Mundus, not truly, not yet, but it was his fellow Death Eaters he knew would pose the most threat when they eventually made their plays for power.”

[lucius-a-malfoy]

audcntes​:

𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐘  to do so, she counted the ball as a success. Very nearly as grand as she’d imagined it to be, though she would be having a talk with the quartet soon, she could find no flaws that guests would be able to pick apart. The misfortune of those that had gotten too rowdy far too early had thinned out a bit of the room, her security swiftly removing them from the affair. None seemed to be too influence by the liquor and champagne flowing just yet, all seemingly on their best behavior. Idle conversation had revealed many of the identities of those milling about, each name she’d attached to a mask whispered to a guard for later purposes. 

A second flute of champagne in hand, she moved to take a sip when the voice rang out, lifting her hues to regard who’d spoken. A subtle glance over the male easily revealed his identity, leaving Khadijah amused by the lack of subtlety. “It was the only mask I felt went well with my attire for the evening.” She’d held the ball to announce her present, to regain the respect and command that her family had once possessed in London. The power that her name had in Morocco would soon do the same amongst the Sacred Twenty Eight once more.

“ And yourself ? ”

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The party was being well policed, Lucius would give the Zabini’s that. He had seen more than a few people catered off and there was a little too much whispering between the people who could be picked out of the crowd as workers. It certainly seemed as though there may be something a little more going on than a simple party, but he wasn’t certain. Perhaps they were only being particular about how things were going to be--not that he saw any issue with that. Lucius would never allow a Malfoy event to get out of hand, they would only have glowing reviews in the Prophet. Any of the good families would feel the same. But Lucius wasn’t going to let himself fully relax either.

Lucius looked at the girl in an elaborate ball gown and a mask to mask. He couldn’t quite match her to anyone in his mind, but perhaps a bit more conversation might reveal her. “So you chose a mask for the outfit and not for the meaning. Interesting.” He had considered it himself, choosing a theme that would allow a more flattering mask, but he wouldn’t want anyone to think incorrectly of him. He couldn’t afford to have his reputation spoiled, especially not now. 

“That’s easy enough. I’ve got money enough, so goat was out. I am a married man so I suppose there’s no need for a bird mask. I don’t see the use in fame. And if push comes to shove, power wins out over respect any day. So a monkey it is, isn’t it?”

[lucius-a-malfoy]

alice-in-axrorland​:

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It frustrated Alice that she could not work out who was who. She wished she could work out who was who. Alice knew she would feel a lot more at ease if she knew who people were. She was finding she was having to watch what she said, for who knew what the other person would do. She couldn’t risk saying something that might get back to the wrong person. Alice already struggled to trust people that weren’t Frank, and this situation just made it even worse. It was exhausting having to be careful whom she was talking too. She was going to be very happy to get back to their house later on in the evening.

She smiled at the person she was speaking too, being unable to actually tell whom it was, until he spoke. Alice had a good ability of being able to tell whom people were when they were speaking, even when she couldn’t full see their face. “Evening Lucius” She murmured, greeting her husband’s cousin properly. She wasn’t too sure how she felt about Lucius, but she could be pleasent enough.

“Mm… I do agree with the masks” She mused, shaking her head a little. It had been fun to pair a mask with her dress, but she would much rather nobody be wearing one. Once upon a time Alice would’ve loved masquerade parties, but right now, she was just too anxious to fully enjoy the party. “It’s much easier when you know whom you are talking too.”

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The voice didn’t ring any bells, wasn’t one he felt he ought to know. Perhaps he should, but it wasn’t one that had left an impression on him if it was he supposed. It annoyed him though that whomever he was speaking to knew exactly who he was when they didn’t know them. He left little in the way of mistaking his identity and, sure, he hadn’t expected everyone to be as brazen with their personal identification, but it was a bit annoying. His shoulders tensed together. 

She didn’t seem threatening at least, her tone warm and friendly. He cast his eyes over again, trying to pick up on any little hint, but very little seemed to be given away by the nearly pure white outfit. It struck him a moment how they would look from a distance, he in his black and her in white. The dichotomy didn’t do anything to set him at ease. 

“They seem trivial. Especially with the world as it is.” It was a world at war. A world filled with impure blood. One where you could assume nothing about your present company. “Yes, I suppose it must be.” He turned to face her more directly. “You seem to know who I am.” As everyone should, he thought to himself but knew better than to say out loud. “Perhaps you can share your own identity with me.”

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cygnus-b​:

There was an eclectic mix of people here tonight. There were those whose identities were guarded, each inch of skin covered and identifying features obscured. Then there were the few like Cygnus, those who had worn a mask but purely because the nature of the event. Cygnus’ family ring still lay upon his finger, a clear indication of his identity. Cygnus had spent his whole life building his reputation, and he was loathe to hide it - even with the state that the family name was in at the moment. 

Although perhaps if he had obscured his identity better he may have had a whole evening without Druella’s incessant nattering in his ear.

His fingers were curled around a glass of champagne, lost briefly in his own thoughts. A familiar voice broke that silence, and Cygnus’ eyes met Lucius’. “I would have thought that would be obvious, Lucius. Power flows through my veins…it felt like the more natural choice. I briefly was torn between the monkey and the pig, but I couldn’t stomach the idea of walking around looking like a pig. A few hours of soul-searching later, and I settled on this,” Cygnus said, gesturing to his mask. “I’m failing to understand the necessity of these choices, it doesn’t seem to be making any difference to the experience of the party. Perhaps Zabini just wanted to divide us even further, through an intricate game that makes no sense to anyone but her…”

“Need I ask why you made the same decision as I in your choice of mask? I cannot say I am surprised in your choice.”

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Lucius smirked a bit to himself as he was so easily recognized. He had made no attempt to hide himself, he so rarely did. He was a Malfoy. That name came with respect and a centuries old lineage who had worked to bring it the recognition it deserved. Lucius would be damned if he were the one to let it die on the wayside, and certainly not so soon after his father’s passing. He wasn’t going to be a disappointment. He always had been in his father’s eyes, he knew that, but he would fight every day to prove that valuation of him wrong.

His shoulders loosened a bit and the smirk turned to a smile as he recognized the man beside him. So few at this party were willing to be as equally brash with their identity was he was being himself. It was no surprise to him that his father-in-law was among that small number and it only furthered his thoughts that he had been correct in his choice of spouse and the faction he had followed his father into. Men like Cygnus were men to watch, men to follow, men to emulate .

“You would think if they’re going to make us wear masks, they could have at least supplied reasonable options for us to choose from. Neither option is particularly flattering. The only visually flattering options were absurd choices. Though Narcissa did manage to find a rather nice goat mask, as absurd as that statement sounds coming from the mouth,” he said casually. His wife was at the party somewhere, though truth be told, Lucius would prefer keep company with her father than her. “Who knows. It was likely some childish idea, a game of no consequence.”

“I suppose my choice is much the same as yours. Everything else on the list I already have. But one can never have too much power, can they? I suppose I considered respect, but I certainly wouldn’t be caught in a mouse mask. How absurd.”

[lucius-a-malfoy]

noir-chien​:

As soon as the figure next to him opened their mouth, Sirius knew immediately who it was. He felt disappointed that Lucius chose to approach him and engage him in a conversation. Even though he seemed to not realise that he was, indeed, talking to him, he already had the sarcastic tone in his voice.

Sirius thought long and hard whether he wanted to answer him and give away his identity to Lucius, but his snarky comments couldn’t be unanswered. Sirius sighed, wanting to show his dismay. “I hoped that with my costume I wouldn’t attract unwanted company, but now I see that it didn’t work” he threw back. 

He huffed at Lucius’ second comment. “You’d be surprised, but mystery attracts, after all you were also intrigued by my mask and came to talk to me.” Sirius offered him smuggly.

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There was a part of Lucius that was surprised the figure responded. There really wasn’t much in the ways of rebuttal to his assessment of the outfit. The person tried, but it fell flat at best. There was something about the voice... He knew it, of that much he was certain, but he couldn’t quite place it, couldn’t quite slot it into place to know exactly who it was. That was well enough he supposed. Better someone he know than an absolute stranger he supposed.

“What a freely given insult when your company is masked as well,” Lucius said taking a slow glass of wine. He knew he wasn’t hiding himself well. But that didn’t mean he would allow someone to insult him. In fact it pointedly meant he would not allow an insult without inciting just a little more out of them.

“Mystery yes,” he said looking at the man (or at least he felt quite confident it was a man) appraisingly. “But the idea of a horrible, torturous death likely brought on by some rat? I should hardly think that would be cause for romance.”

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deathqueen​

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𝙰𝚁𝙼 𝙸𝙽 𝙰𝚁𝙼 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙷𝚄𝚂𝙱𝙰𝙽𝙳, Narcissa is awed by the beauty gracing the Zabini estate, her mood visibly brightening at the sheer magnificence of the home. A bit of a difference from the dark and brooding luxury of the Manor, her eyes dart around the hall as if she’s committing the picture to memory.

And yet, it is clear that Lucius does not feel the same way. In truth, she’d been marginally excited about the anonymity of the party as a way to escape from the weight of her name and expectations ( though she’d never reveal that to be the case ). Eyes following up to her husband’s face, she nods, glad for the mask that covered her face. “A party is a party,” she starts, keeping pace with Lucius. “Although you are right, dear. You’d think that Khadijah Zabini would have the decency to turn away some of the undesirables from entering her home…”

Pulling a glass of wine from the tray, she gives him a polite smile, nodding once. “Of course. I’d sooner be hexed than make an embarrassment of myself.”

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Lucius had been glad to see his wife dressed tastefully when they prepare to leave for the event. Her own colors nearly matched his own, her dress was elegant and regal, her mask intricate and beautiful. He had wondered for a moment about her choice--as his wife, she had plenty of money--but of the choices at her disposal, it was certainly a smart choice. She knew what was acceptable and what was presentable. It was another reason she was worthy of being his wife and why he was glad to have been paired with her rather than one of her sisters.

Or someone, it seemed, like Khadijah. He sighed, sounding and feeling almost weary. “I suppose some people don’t understand proper company. Perhaps she can learn but...we’ll have to see.” He said. He took a glass of wine for himself from the tray. “She is of good enough blood. If she can learn how to conduct herself properly, she could have potential to join us.” He turned his head, giving his wife a look that told her he meant to recruit her if she proved worthy.

“It isn’t just embarrassing yourself,” he added levelly. “There’s already been an attack on the manor. Now there’s this party, anyone could be here and could try to pull anything.” He didn’t feel love for Narcissa, not really, he often questioned if he cared for her at all. But he did know how it would look if she were injured or taken advantage of, particularly after the attack on the Manor and his father’s death. “People will think that the masks give them power.”

[lucius-a-malfoy]

xophelias​:

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Ophelia glanced down towards her fingers wrapped around the wooden dowel, thinking briefly to her mother’s words. Discipline, Ophelia. As someone who had been taught to train her wand arm whenever possible—as evident by the cords of muscle visible when she flexed her left hand—she figured that she could count holding a masquerade mask into that as well. Besides, it would make her mother happy, and fulfilling her mother’s idiosyncrasies had long since been an art form that Ophelia had perfected. She shrugged a shoulder. “I’m sure that I could enchant it myself, Lucius,” she replied simply. Not malicious, but clear—if she needed any sort of help, especially from a man, she’d ask. 

But as soon as the authority entered her voice, it left again, leaving her with her usual soft timbre, a stark difference from the din of the party. Ophelia’s voice was lower than one would expect, spoken with a gravitas that most would assume would require a larger diaphragm than Ophelia had. She had never thought to pitch her voice upwards to attract a certain kind of attention until she was much older, and it rarely came in handy, anyway. She leaned in a little closer so that Lucius would be able to hear her properly, her gaze still scanning the crowd. 

“I quite like masquerades. The anonymity holds a world potential,” she said, cocking her head to the side slightly. “Though, I do think we could have gone without this theme. This monkey mask is…” her lip curled lightly in disgust. “Not the most flattering shape, I will admit.” 

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Lucius looked at her levelly. “There was no offense meant, I’m certain you could, it was only an offer.” she was a skilled witch. Lucius knew that. He certainly wouldn’t welcome her into his life the way he had if she weren’t. But offering help and kindness didn’t come naturally to Lucius. He was used to watching out for himself and his family and no one else. The offer to help with the mask was what Lucius knew to do as a sign of friendship and connection. He had many strengths, but that was not one of them.

Malfoy took a deep breath, then a long sip from his glass as he eyed the crowd with them. “They do have potential. Under normal circumstances perhaps it could be beneficial, a way to communicate quietly. Masks can offer a strong veil for the best acts. But in the current climate,” he sighed, looking around. There were other Death Eater in the crowd he knew and he, unfortunately, felt certain that there were members of the Order as well. “The risks of not knowing who is around you outweigh the benefits. And in addition to that, everyone else has the same benefit. It’s no longer an advantage if everyone is playing with the same advantage. It puts us all on an even playing field only with an increased likelihood of an attack.” He shook his head. “I don’t like it.”

He snorted at her last comment. “Merlin better choices should have been made. It was impossible to find anything that wasn’t horrifying. Flattering was out of the question and that’s absurd. Why make everyone look like fools while attending a party? They need better planning.” 

[lucius-a-malfoy]

hellsbxlls​:

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“narcissa can do as she pleases,” bellatrix remarked lightly, although there was an edge to her voice that hadn’t been there before. after all, it was men like lucius, like her father, sometimes even like her husband, who kept women like narcissa trapped in gilded cages and convinced them that was happiness. “in fact, it might do her some good to get her hands dirty. she’s not as delicate as she allows the world to think she is. although,” she added, a challenging look in her eye as she threw lucius a cold smile, “you already know that. as her husband.” it was meant to be a dig, a backhanded complement, because she did not doubt for one second that lucius paid narcissa any more attention than he did the possessions in his vault at gringotts: something to behold, something beautiful and exquisite, but ultimately, not of that much importance. assuming lucius loved her sister was assuming he was capable of the feeling, and she had seen no evidence to prove the theory.

she frowned at the mention of her husband, a flicker of emotion betraying the indifference she tried to pour into her words. “i’m not saying narcissa should be your ball and chain,” she said, choosing to ignore the mention of rodolphus – which, she was certain, lucius would read into. “i’m merely suggesting that maybe, if your marriage was more of a partnership and less of an obligation, it’d help to wipe the miserable fucking look off your face.” she let a wide, devilish smile spread across her face as she tipped her drink back, finishing it in one gulp. “but what do i know? i’m just a frivolous woman with wild ideas and no sense of decorum.” a quote, verbatim, from her uncle, meant to undermine her, but really, she’d found the whole thing amusing.

“what do you make of all this?” she asked, curious despite herself, gesturing around at the ball. “it’s a bit too mild for my taste, but i can’t say i’m not intrigued, at the very least.”

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Lucius raised a brow, a habit he’d never been able to break, and was glad the mask floating in front of his face covered it. His wife was his wife and she would do as she was told well before she would do as she wished. If Bellatrix understood that sort of thing, perhaps Lucius wouldn’t have fought so much to keep her away from the Mundus Novus. “Perhaps she could do as she pleases, but do you truly believe she would choose to work when she could stay in a perfectly luxeroius manor all day and one day raise our heir? No, I hardly think she would choose that at all,” he said. Make it sound like that would be Narcissa’s choice to do so--and really why wouldn’t it be?--but he knew exactly what he expected of his wife. “I would never have married a delicate wife. No one like that would be worthy. But there’s no need for her to be working.” His tone was cool, just friendly enough to not be belligerent, but forceful enough to tell Bellatrix that whatever she was thinking, she was wrong.

He smiled slightly to himself when she left her husband out of things. She didn’t wish to spend time with Rodolphus any more than Lucius desired to be attached to Narcissa’s hip and he doubted Rod felt any differently about things than Lucius did. “One moment you say you believe Narcissa should be her own woman, to dirty her hands, to work. The next you act as though I should be glued to her side with her as nothing more than a trophy on my arm at a party like this. So which is it Bellatrix? And do be careful with your judgment of my marriage or perhaps you’ll prove such valuations of yourself accurate,” he said tilting her head at her. He played nice, by Lucius’s standards, with Bellatrix for the sake of her sister. But he was starting to grow tired of that.

“The masks are foolish,” he said with a sigh, looking out at the crowd. “It’s a nice party. Not remarkable. We’ll see how the evening goes.”

[ofwxtches]

Where: Masquerade Ball, Zabini Estate

When: January 25th 1979, 10.00 pm

Who: Alice and Open

If she was at all honest, Alice much preferred to be at home with her comfy clothes on and a big glass of red wine in her hand. Whilst she was a social person, she didn’t like big events like these. Not really. She’d spent most of her childhood trying to escape them. And she had no real desire to be at them too much. Not without controlling the guest list either. Of course, she had many people she’d love to host at   Longbottom Manor. But this was different, and it made her a little anxious. She was glad for the mask though. It meant she could blend in, and chose whom she spoke too. Of course, she wasn’t really completely sure who she was talking too, but that was just a minor problem.

She took a sip of the champagne as she looked around. Everyone looked so beautiful. That was what she missed about these things. She had loved the opprotunity to dress up when she was little, even if she had hated her parents parading her around. She smiled though, as she noticed someone coming closer to her. She wasn’t quite sure whom it was.

“Hello” She murmured, hoping that their voice might give them away. “It’s been a lovely party so far hasn’t it?”

[lucius-a-malfoy]

Lucius looked around the spacious event space. It was beautiful, well kept and worthy of hosting a party, Lucius had to give the Zabini’s that. Generally they were a good family, the right kind, otherwise Lucius wouldn’t have been in attendance. He loved a good event, but because they were places to be seen and a masquerade wasn’t exactly that, was it? He didn’t like the idea of hiding himself away (which was exactly why he had chosen attire that wouldn’t do so), but even more so in the current environment, he didn’t like not knowing who everyone else was. In war, threat was constant. He had learned that well enough from his father’s death and the attack on his own home.

Still, he wasn’t going to miss out on an event, not one as prevalent as tonight was sure to be. He wouldn’t read second hand in the Prophet what he could experience for himself. Besides, it would be good for he and Narcissa to be seen out together -- he had made himself known and everyone would know who was at his side.

“It has been a good party I suppose. Nothing too remarkable as of yet though.” He looked at the woman beside him, eyes roaming her to see if he could tell who she was. “I could do without the masks. An overplayed idea that’s a bit absurd in practice really.”

[lucius-a-malfoy]

xophelias​:

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Ophelia, quite frankly, was much more fond of Lucius’ wife than she was of Lucius but she supposed in a pinch, Lucius would do. 

In all seriousness, the Malfoys had been a stable certainty for a long time now, and Ophelia appreciated that more than she had ever actually told them. Ophelia wasn’t the kind of person to need others—at least, she didn’t think of herself as such—but she liked knowing that if she was in trouble or if she needed someone to listen, Narcissa and Lucius would be on her side. It was comforting. It made her feel more certain of her power. 

She had seen some foreshadows of this party, mostly visions of gold and green and lavish party favors, but she couldn’t help the feeling of foreboding that was creeping up her spine. It was at moments like these that she liked to have a friendly face—or in this case, voice—to keep her from getting too wrapped up in the visions that still danced through her mind. They took over her nights, they couldn’t take over her waking hours, as well. 

And that was why she was more than grateful to hear Lucius’ voice next to her, and she felt her shoulders relax almost imperceptibly. “Perhaps I should have chosen something else,” she replied. “It’s hard to desire something that you already have,” she added jokingly, pulling back her monkey mask enough to reveal part of her face, her fingers slackening around the wooden dowel holding it up for just a moment. 

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Ophelia Greengrass held a very coveted place in Lucius Malfoy’s world, a place of honor high above all but a very precious few. Ophelia was someone Lucius actually respected, and that wasn’t a prize given freely. She was intelligent and independent. She was a fiercely skilled witch. She was a strategist much like himself. And Ophelia knew what she wanted and what she deserved out of the world and what the world out to give back in kind. Had it not been for the Malfoy’s connection with the Black family, she may have just topped his list of potential suitors before his marriage. Not that that was information he had ever divulged.

Still, he was glad to see her at the evening’s events. Another familiar form was never a bad thing to have, especially when you knew their alliances stood with yours. He offered he a soft smile and a raise of the glass when he saw her at his side. “I suppose that’s true enough, but you can never have too much power, can you? And it isn’t as though you’re truly lacking in any of the other departments either,” he added casually. They weren’t married yet, no, but, well, Lucius had never understood why anyone would want for love and the idea of declaring you wanted it so publicly seemed a pathetic beg.

“I could enchant that for you,” he said gesturing to her mask, his own magically held aloft just in front of her face, “make things a bit easier for the rest of the night. Though really, I’m not sure what they were thinking holding a masquerade. Seems silly.”

[lucius-a-malfoy]

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     Behind the simple brown mask she wore, it might be hard to see that her eyes had narrowed at his response. They played with each other, these two, they teased and poked until claws came out – admittedly, Alecto was usually the first to give in. She was too proud of her status quo as a woman who’d overcome her parents’ demands not to remind him, of all people, just how resolute she could be. “I still am promising,” she spoke slowly as if to make sure he’d catch every single letter she so clearly pronounced. Even with his ourageous costume ( she wondered, for a moment, if he might be overcompensating ), she tried to keep her eyes on him. The black and silver might be distracting to anyone less sure of what they wanted, but Alecto Carrow had known what she was after since day one. The monkey colors and enchanted flickers of gold swirling around her ear-looking buns were just the beginning. 

     It was what he said next that prompted her more flirtatious side to shine more greatly. With the foot she’d already positioned near his calf, she graced it gently against his trousers and tilted her head at his question. “For your greatest, purest drinks, I’d do almost anything, Lucius,” even his name she savoured in her mouth before letting it roll off her tongue. The implication of her words were clear, but still she leaned forward as if she were about to tell hima  secret. “All you need to do is ask.” Oh, she could imagine his wife’s face heating up behind that disturbing feathered mask if she saw them together – it wasn’t the reason she was acting on him, but it certainly didn’t hurt. 

     Almost as an after thought, she hummed and swirled her drink in her glass before drinking the last of its contents. “My brother can take care of himself for one night,” she reminded him, not long after resuming her position with her face admittedly too close to his. Her mask was thick but enough that he wouldn’t see her tongue smoothing over her lips before she replied, “Isn’t it obvious? You are.” It had been, if she counted right, the third time she’d said those words that night, yet that didn’t make them any less true. She was true to her preys – even if just for a little while.

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Lucius shook his head and clicked his tongue light at her before taking a slow drink from his glass. “Now, now, you’re only proving all those rumors true you know. It was a tease, nothing more. No need to be so defensive.” He knew the right words to say, what she wanted to hear, even if he didn’t fully believe them himself. Women had their place and ought to know better. He was lucky to have a wife who understood that. His marriage may not be one that everyone would want, he wondered at time if it was even what Narcissa wanted, but it was a good match made well and he would never take that for granted. 

If he wore his emotions less closely to his chest, he would have laughed at the physical flirtation. It was nice to know he was still desirable, certainly so, it meant he still had another tool in his arsenal ready to use. But she had always been barking up the wrong tree. Oh how he loved to play along. “Almost anything?” He looked at her with eyes as close to naivete as he could muster. “I’m sure I don’t know what you mean. Why don’t you explain to me darling? See if it’s worth my time.” Lucius leaned in closer, the metal mask floating in front of his face, only just keeping them separated. “And why should I ask when you’re the one driving the bargain?”

“Are we certain of that? Certain he can go so long without his keeper?” He teased, a smirk playing on his lips again. The Carrow twins were interesting, powerful, but Lucius never could quite sort the dynamic between them. It was a mystery left for him to unravel. He turned and leaned against the bar slightly, keeping his posture casual. “I think I should be flattered, then. But the thing is, here I am already.”