——— pride was fed to him from a silver spoon and now that he’s older, he’s grabbed the spoon and fed his ego some more. lucius malfoy slytherin. heir. rich guy with good hair. pureblooded.
katie glanced down at her oversized ripped jeans and clunky army boots in surprise, then gave the other boy a rueful smile. “ — my mum says the same thing. i guess it probably does look weird if you’re from … the 70s? ” she guessed. if he was saying she was from the future, then he must be from the generation of wizards who had time travelled from 1977.
“oh, i have seen clothes like this before,” said lucius, his voice dripping with contempt. “is the punk movement still a thing in the future? that’s a ... pity.” he didn’t get people who called themselves punk --- why someone would wear clothes that were ripped on purpose, was beyond him. he had half the mind to take out his wand and repair the other’s jeans, but he decided against it.
Pansy stopped in her tracks upon hearing that voice….she knew that voice. It was Draco’s father.
Lucius Malfoy was a spousal goal for Pansy. Not the man himself, but the way he carried himself, the way he ruled his family, his wealth, and his standards were something Pansy wanted in a husband. Namely… the way he was raising Draco. She had always admired the Malfoy patriarch and his wife. Narcissa was someone she hoped to emulate someday as well….maybe if she played her cards right, they could be in laws.
“Mr. Malfoy?” she spoke, voice a bit uncertain. What had this time warp done to Lucius? How old was he, where had he been pulled from? What did he know?
To be addressed as Mr Malfoy by someone who wasn’t his teacher was rather odd; to everyone else, after all, Mr Malfoy was his father. It was odd, really, to be called that way by someone who was the same age as him, but he didn’t entirely hate it.
“That would be me,” he said, eyeing the girl who had addressed him, wondering who she was --- she wasn’t from his time, that he was sure about. “And you are?”
she wasn’t all too happy to be stuck with these people. if we were being honest, she nearly hated the people she was with before. her orbs steering around the halls. her long cat like nails making a clicking sound as she hit them on the brick. she was like a cat. a cat watching it’s p r e y , hearing the probing voice in her head. she turned her eyes tearing from the students in the halls. her eyes landing on Lucius. what he was saying was the bitter truth. “dear lord, i’d hope not. they look bloody awful.” she said with a smirk and cackle. “but then again, look at their s t a t u s . ” she said with a raised eyebrow.
How refreshing it was, to see a familiar face. Lucius was tired of trying to guess who people were and where they stood, and he was glad to have someone to talk to that he both knew and respected. “I’m terribly concerned for our children. If this is what they have to look like ... I don’t even know if I’ll want them,” he said, perhaps a hint of playfulness in his tone. Even he would not let something as clothing decide whether he would have children or not ( besides, as one of the few people left with the Malfoy name he simply had to have kids if he wanted his family’s legacy to live on ). “And you do have a point; perhaps these people are just dimwitted, not the fashion industry itself.”
while normally cocky and attractive was right up her alley, there was something decidedly bland—-and decidedly boring—about this particular brand of elitism. “well, you know, it’s all a matter of taste. for example, i choose to accessorize with this cute burberry bag and patent leather pumps, whereas you choose to accessorize with a bad dye job and a stick up your ass. different strokes, i guess.”
He let out a laugh --- mean, and lacking of humour --- and raised his eyebrows. “You must be truly delusional if you think this is a dye job,” said Lucius, gesturing at his hair, and eyeing the other for a moment. “I get that this all must be very confusing for you, dear, but please, let’s remain realistic. My hair is not dyed, and if you wish to insult me, you’ll have to at least try to be correct.”
Bill was casually leaning his more than long body against the side of a building. For some reason it was a stance one found himself in quite often. He never knew why, perhaps he’d just aesthetically become accustomed to the laid bad style. Only when he was being dragged by the very grunge-esque appearance was he even thinking of starting a conversation with the more familiar looking fellow. “Look, mate, it’s black on black. I con’t think you can ever go wrong with the color. Besides you’re starting to sound like my bloody mother. What’s next? You going to tell me the earing is too much too?” He said only chuckling after the fact.
He observed the other for a moment, eyeing the horrible red hair and fashion choices, as well as the annoying words he spoke. Lucius figured the other was a Weasley, and thought of how there would be only more of them in the future with dread. “Oh, you can. Black makes plenty of people looked washed out, and you’re one of them, for sure,” he said, smacking his lips in disapproval. “Your mother sounds like a rational person. And you beat me to it, because I was about to --- it’s more than too much.”
Ted looked over at the other man, raising an eyebrow. “Seriously?” he said. “We’ve been catapulted forward in time, we don’t know how we’re going to set things right…and you’re concerned about how some stranger is dressed? I bet you’re the type who is concerned which way the toilet paper faces in the loo.”
“Oh, sorry, perhaps I should do what everyone is doing --- panic, cry,, worry, go over all the possible scenarios and causes ... because THAT will, surely, help us, won’t it?,” said Lucius, raising an eyebrow. “Honestly ... whoever you are, what do you suggest I do in stead, in this situation? Use my annoying hero complex and try and fix this? Mate, I’m a student, there’s nothing I can do but wait for this to be over with and do whatever I want. Like comment on the god-awful fashion of the future.”
While there were good sides to being stuck in the future for Lucius Malfoy --- like knowing he’d never go to prison ( long ) and that he’d make it out alive out of not one, but two wars --- but there were downsides too. The biggest one was, most likely, the confusion he felt regarding the way these future generations dressed. Lucius was known for being well-dressed ( he knew it, at least ) and to see these people dress in clothes that barely deserved to be clothes was something he took almost personal offense to. “Do really in the future think it’s really appropriate to match those shoes with those ... trousers? If those could even be called trousers.”
hello i am here to audition for the part of lucius malfoy and i’m going to be singing ‘fabulous’ from high school musical 2
SAM CLAFLIN? No, that’s actually LUCIUS MALFOY from the MARAUDERS ERA. You know, the child of ABRAXAS MALFOY and HEMERA ROWLE? About to begin SEVENTH YEAR,this SLYTHERIN student is sided with THE DEATH EATERS. HE identifies as CIS-MALE and is a PUREBLOOD who is known to be BIGOTED, ENTITLED, and PATRONISING but also METICULOUS, FAMILY ORIENTED, and RESPONSIBLE.
meet lucius. the biggest douchebag in the world. last time i played him he got punched my three different people and it was too little.
Lucius is born to two parents who have little in common besides their love for their son. That love, however, differs greatly. While his mother’s love is simple and unconditional, his father’s more complicated. Abraxas Malfoy, ever the politician, sees Lucius as more as a pawn in his plans for his family, than a son to love and support. The idea of Lucius is something he loves more than he loves his son.
Luckily, for all of them, the Malfoy heir turns out to be a perfect one. With his father’s natural charm and leadership abilities, as well as his sharp tongue and dark mind, he’s perfect for the plans that his father has for him. What is a surprise, however, is that Lucius also inherits his mother’s loyalty and ability to care. From a young age, he already is a perfect mix of his parents: cold and calculated, while also family-oriented and loyal. In the end, it makes him so much stronger.
And so, Lucius Malfoy grows up spoiled and loved. His childhood is not perfect, as it’s clear to his observing eyes that his parents do not love each other. Why, he doesn’t know – romantic love is an obscure to him, then – but he hears their fights and sees their glares. His mother disapproves of his father, that much is clear, but he doesn’t understand why. Abraxas Malfoy only wants Lucius to become a great, successful and respectable heir, and there is not so much wrong with that, is there? While Lucius prefers his mother, as she is warmer and kinder, he holds more respect for his father, who is teaching him valuable lessons and preparing him in the best way possible.
His youth is filled with lessons. Education is something that’s valued in the Malfoy household, and something he values deeply still. In his years before Hogwarts, he learns about history and languages and music – his mother makes him play the violin, an instrument he becomes quite skilled at. He is thrilled to go to Hogwarts when he turns eleven – there is more to learn there, you see – and is sorted in Slytherin almost immediately when he arrives there. There, he flourishes.
As he grows up, the world changes. He follows every development with great interest, and most often with great support. The rise of blood purism is nothing but a good thing to Lucius, you see, and his father encourages him to be in the know of what is happening. His father is not part of the movement they call Death Eaters, but he’s not innocent, that much Lucius knows. The rumours that he’s behind the illness of former Minister – who happened to be muggleborn – are true, and Lucius is aware. He only admires and respects his father more for it and learns that planning out things carefully is much more effective than reckless action.
[ terminal illness tw While his respect for his father grows, his love for his mother does, too. She falls ill in his third year and it’s said that it can’t be cured a few months later. Lucius – controlling, domineering and stable Lucius – hates the uncertainty and powerlessness that comes with her illness. Every time he comes back from school he is confronted with a mother who is even weaker and a feeling of powerlessness that he’s forgotten. Power is what makes Lucius Malfoy, and without it he’s close to nothing. What should happen when his mother dies, he doesn’t know, but he dreads the day deeply. end of tw ]
Lucius has been living up to his father’s dreams ever since the day he was born, but it’s not because of his father any more. Those dreams are now his own. He has many great plans for himself, many ideas for his future that he is working for so hard. Lucius is ambition instilled in a person, demanding success with hard work and cunning ways. He is a successful student – a prefect and member of the slug club, as well as the earner of many OWLs– and is promising to be an even more successful graduate.
Lucius demands respect but doesn’t give it to most people, as he’s entitled and spoiled and thinks himself above a large amount of people. There are a few he does hold a lot of respect for, though, and he’s endlessly loyal towards them — cross them, and you cross him, and once Lucius gets angry, he doesn’t back down easily. The Malfoy heir might come off indifferent to many things, but in reality he does feel most things quite deeply: he’s simply learned how to compartmentalize his emotions perfectly and to use them to his advantage, rather than have them control him. Now in his seventh year, he’s ready to graduate and start his career (which is already looking more than promising) as well as take the Mark. He’s not questioning whether he should join the ranks, knowing that he has no choice and that even if he did, this would be the right one.
quick bullet points:
pretty vocal about his stance on blood purism. it’s not a secret where the malfoys stand when it comes to that, and he sees no reason to keep quiet about something he so wholly believes in.
was once described as a chicken nugget: something that’s pretty good when you eat it without thinking about it, but when you do, you realise it’s nothing but pure trash.
has quite a lot of patience, tbh? he’s not short tempered at all and is really good at keeping himself composed and rigid when in a confrontation ---- annoyingly so, even. really doesn’t like losing control and getting properly angry, but when he does, he gets properly angry.
cares about his hair more than most people he knows tbh.
really enjoys talking about how rich he is and how rich you aren’t compared to him. it’s one of his favourite hobbies, up there with saying the word “fool” while shaking his head and being a bigoted discriminative asshole.
if he was a sensation, he’d be stepping in water with socks
