power is power.

pride was fed to him from a silver spoon and now that he’s grown up, he’s grabbed the spoon and fed his ego some more. lucius malfoy 6th. pure. prefect. slytherin.

[brolinjosh]

[stassischroeder]

[luciusrnalfoys]

“Naomi!,” called Lucius, catching up with her as she moved through the corridors. Once he reached her, his hand touched her elbow softly to slow her down, small grin curling his lips. “Hey. I have a proposal for you.” It sounded MUCH more dramatic than it was, but he didn’t quite realise that --- he’d always had a bit too much flair, anyway. “You play the viola, don’t you? We ought to play together, sometime.” The idea had come out of nowhere, but Lucius missed playing the violin, and it was so much better when he played together with someone. Besides, he knew that Naomi ( @greengrass-n ) was good. “I promise you I’m better than all those ... others in the orchestra. So, what do you think?”

[luciusrnalfoys]

Lucius was GLAD that the Slytherin common room was relatively calm. The rest of the castle and its student body seemed to have turned upside down, and while it was, at times, amusing to see everyone make this tragedy about themselves, it was also tiring. He could understand their pain and grief, sure, but he could not understand why they chose to share their emotions so publicly. It was a bit embarrassing. And so, he took to the dungeons mostly, avoiding the library, courtyard and other public places as much as possible. That day, he sauntered into the common room after a particularly long day of classes, letting himself fall on one of the leather couches next to Narcissa ( @toujcurspur ). “It’s not really surprising, that Hogwarts is handling this so badly,” he began, not waiting for an invitation to speak. “But still, this is rather abysmal, isn’t it? I’m not particularly affected by these events, but all these students that are? Should there not be any facilities, support groups, etcetera?” A sigh slipped past his lips, and he shook his head. “Hi, by the way --- apologies for my rudeness. I’m just rather vexed.”

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deimos:

Deimos feigns indifference, having practised his look of faux sympathy since he was young - it was a must for a young pureblood boy, even when he wasn’t to be faking his emotions in the small circle of pureblood families which remained true. “It’s such a shame, what’s happened,” He averts his eyes from the person next to him, staring down into his cauldron, masking the deep seated joy. “Could you pass the Howlet’s Wing?”

He almost lets out a bark of laughter at Deimos’ words, knowing all too well how insincere they are. In stead, however, he nods in agreement. “It really is. WHAT a tragedy. I cannot help but be a bit shaken,” he says, tone grave. Lucius doesn’t care much about the lives that have been lost, has become desensitised to these things. He’s rather glad, even. “Here you go.” He hands the potion ingredients to Deimos, a small smirk curling his lips. 

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carter:

“I wonder if we’re still goin’ to the Quidditch World Cup. I was really looking forward to it.”

“If McGonagall decides to cancel it because some people are ... well, let’s just say, too fragile, I’ll be making SURE that I can go either way and sit with my father. He has better seats, either way. You could join me.”

[pocketgalaxies]

don’t trust the b in apt 23 gifs // 60 of ?

[luciusrnalfoys]

capucine:

capucine had no responsibility for organizing the party nor who attended it, and therefore did not have any particular cares for what anyone did at the party so long as no one died or got hurt in one way or another. she’d been walking around the party, conversing with a few groups of people she recognized and enjoyed speaking with and had been making her way to the table of food when she’d slowed to read the label on the bottle of wine lucius had brought, not realizing who it had belong to until lucius had begun to speak in order highlight why he had to bring the bottle; seeking, she supposed, to also highlight how unique he was in bringing it. “I’m sure there’s no offense to be taken: I just past a group of seventh years conducting their own wine tasting down by the waterfall, so you weren’t the only one with the same idea.” she paused a let the corners of her mouth turn upwards, “I’m sure they’d let you join them, I did see a nice bottle of Richebourg in the mix as well.”

“If this was a wine tasting worth attending, I’d know about it,” said Lucius, hardly looking up from his glass. He had little interest in mingling with people he didn’t know --- he had done that plenty during his summer break. Of course, he could have avoided doing such a thing altogether by just not attending the party, but Lucius liked tradition and sticking with it. Even if they were as idiotic as these. Besides, it was amusing to see others make a fool of themselves. “Richebourg is nice, though.” He took a sip from his own wine as he met Capucine’s eyes, before shrugging. “We have a fair amount of bottles in our cellar. It’s nothing compared to Superior Red, which I hope you know. If not, you’re missing out badly.”

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althea:

“Don’t lie, Lucius.” She did love the way his name tasted on her tongue. It had very little to do with him. “I thought we were past that. You won’t upset me by being a wine snob. Do you forget I’m from Italy? Wine is practically a food group for my family. I’m only offended that you aren’t offering to share.”

“See, this is why I like you,” he said, leaning down a little to pick up his bottle of red. “You get it. I think it’s my French blood, that makes me so ... critical of wine.” Lucius swung the bottle back and forth a little. “Here, take a glass, but only if you tell me what you think. I need complete honesty.”

[luciusrnalfoys]

persephone:

“I’ve always been fond of the occasional butterbeer. Can’t beat the taste.” Persephone smiled faintly at Lucius, making sure she wasn’t in anyway rude to the fellow pureblood. “No, I didn’t want to drink much today so I enjoy it enough.”

“I think many people are. It’s a rather popular drink,” he said. He was merely stating facts --- he was bored, restless even; but he gave Persephone a smile either way. “That’s wise. You’ll get to watch all our peers get completely wasted, which is always quite amusing.”

[luciusrnalfoys]

jasmine:

Jasmine made a face, though didn’t push him anymore. “Well, that’s still dull and boring. What are you doing at this party, just drinking?” The part-Veela smiled. “Okay, okay. I give up. What do you want to do instead?”

“I’m enjoying my wine, yes, and I’m catching up with certain people,” he said. Jasmine wasn’t necessarily one of them, and her determination to make him have a good time was annoying him, to say the least. “Oh, I’m fine sitting here, don’t you worry.”

[peterpetti-grows-blog]

the root of my troubles

[luciusrnalfoys]

peter:

He had tripped, really. He could swear it on his life, on his identity as a part-time rat, on his dad’s farm. He was ready to cross-his-heart-and-hope-to-die swear that he had tripped.  But if he had his fingers crossed behind his back at the time, who’s to know? He never did say that it was an accident by definition, simply that he had tripped, somewhere along the line, for whatever reason that may be, and if someone was standing in the way, well, was it not their own fault for a lack of reflexes?  Surely some of the fault could be shared, here. But for whatever reasons, whether testing gravity or otherwise, Pete’s foot caught under a tree root - or at least in the general vicinity thereof, let a man have his alibi - and he stumbled forwards, the just-opened bottle of beer sloshing forward and across the robes of the student standing by Peter. He stood, dusting the muck from his knees, and looked up; “’Scuse me, Malfoy, didn’t see you there.”  Chipper as always.

He should have returned to his dorm a WHILE ago. He should have dragged some people he actually liked with him and have started a party there, with proper alcohol and music, without people as idiotic as Peter Pettigrew. But he had not, and now his shirt was drenched with beer. 

Let it be known that Lucius was NOT a beer fan: he preferred wine above all alcohols and could appreciate a wide array of liquors. Beer, however, he considered a drink made for people who did not care if they burped, people who had very little regard for their own health, people who were -- simply put -- below him. He was constantly looking for ways to make his pedestal was any higher. Drinking preferences was one way.

“You fucking fool,” he spat, the smell of beer entering his nose, which he wrinkled in response. “Do I need to offer you a loan so you can get yourself a pair of glasses? Perhaps you could borrow those of Potter in the meantime, so you don’t trip and embarrass yourself again.”

[luciusrnalfoys]

bellatrix:

“I always do, you’re not exactly difficult to read.” Bellatrix let out a small chuckle. “The only thing they have going for them is their decent Quidditch skills so I knew that I had to prepare. Champagne of course.”

“That’s where you’re wrong, but I don’t mind if you continue to be under that impression,” said Lucius. “And even those skills are questionable. I’m glad I don’t have to play against them any more.” He smirked, then. “Ah, champagne ... good choice.”

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rodolphus:

“I saw a Ravenclaw bloke cradling a vase and whispering to it.” retorted Rodolphus, a blatant air of disdain in his voice. “Honestly, I wonder whether or not they even try to have a good time or just socially stunt themselves further. This must be why we don’t venture into mingling with the rest of this damned school.”

“I thought Ravenclaws were all about intelligence,” said Lucius, rolling his eyes. At least Rodolphus was at the party, too --- the crowd around him was rather tiring, but the Lestrange was at least good company. “I don’t even want to know. I think they all just want the attention they’ll receive when they’re the topic of gossip coming weeks. It’s rather sad.”

[luciusrnalfoys]

xenophilius:

“Oh come on now Malfoy, don’t be such a sore sport, I mean its absolute rubbish drinks but free alcohol is good alcohol!” Xenophilius grinned at the Slytherin, sipping from a cup of the spiked punch. “Or if you’re into some more fun things I know Sybill has got some magic mushrooms, because she is absolutely amazing.”

“Once you reach a certain point of ... wealth, it no longer matters if things are free or not. Besides, free does not mean BETTER,” pointed Lucius out, taking a sip from his wine. How sad life must be, if you were poor, he thought. “Right. I’ll leave that to ... the people at this party who are interested in making complete fools of themselves.”

[luciusrnalfoys]

naomi:

“It’s really all calories isn’t it?” The brunette huffed a little, “Well I’m not really drinking much tonight, just some wine I brought from my dorm. I’m not exactly trying to embarrass myself tonight, but of course it wasn’t like I wasn’t going to come to the party. I also have to keep an eye on Talia of course…”

“I think so, yes,” said Lucius. He’d never paid much mind to those things. “That’s wise. I’m not planning on getting plastered myself, this is not the crowd I want to do that with. And ah, Talia, of course. I’m glad I don’t have any younger siblings to look after tonight.” A small lie: Lucius had always craved a sibling, but that was a mere detail. “Is she that wild, then?”

[shorthaltz]