Closets Full of Skeletons that you Don't Wanna See

Lucius Actaeus Malfoy. 21 years of age. Pureblood. Seventh year. Slytherin. Prefect. Future Delegate for the International Confederation of Wizards. Death Eater. Sanctimonia Vincet Semper. Whoever said money can't solve your problems must not have had enough money to solve them.

[christophernolan]

[lusciousmalfcy]

@narcissistblack

[elenaalvar-deactivated20200112]

[lusciousmalfcy]

@narcissistblack

[modernmansworld]

[izkim]

[emmanuelledelacour]

Where: Restricted Section, 6:07 pm With: Emmanuelle Delacour & Anyone

No one said it would be easy. The words her father ushered to his only daughter in their native tongue when she was granted the move to the new school was simple—it would not be easy. Hogwarts was plagued with the same sort of teenage turmoil that Beauxbatons held. The same flair for dramatics, the same type of prejudice. For Emmanuelle, she considered their stares as something to be concerned for. She knew why they were looking, why eyes settled on her far more than she wanted. She made no apologies for the person she was—for the half breed she was. It was far more polite than the idea that she couldn’t speak English, that her accent was far more mocked than anything else. Not that she cared. So be it to lesser persons who mocked someone for the way they spoke—it only proved their indifference to her intelligence. She’d made some friends, but the school was more concerned with the current rumour of four boys and the mark. It wasn’t something she wanted to think about—the war here was far worse than those around Europe could’ve considered. It was why when she returned to hogwarts after break, it seemed everyone was on high alert. As she stood at the bookshelf within the restricted section, Emmanuelle heard the shuffle of footsteps in the near-darkness, and spun quickly, wand out. “Who is there?” She called clearly, staring at the corner of the bookshelf.

[lusciousmalfcy]

While he usually wouldn’t be described as warm and welcoming to new students, Lucius wasn’t on the long list of purebloods who went out of their way to make the girl feel like she didn’t belong. At one point he caught someone in the Great Hall making fun of Emmanuelle’s accent, and without thinking Lucius stepped in. Anastasia Malfoy used to have a very similar accent. His mother would tell him moving to a new place when you don’t sound like everyone else was difficult, even if she had Malfoy following her name by then rather than Thévenet. Hearing someone mocking Emmanuelle for what she sounded like struck a nerve in him--- causing Lucius to tell a younger Slytherin to ‘piss off’ before moving on without so much as a look in the Hufflepuff’s direction afterwards. Besides, he hadn’t done it so much for Emmanuelle herself anyway and wasn’t much expecting a thanks to stick around for. Instead he stumbled upon the girl again, this time with her wand pointing out as he turned the corner of the bookshelf. Lucius certainly had been hoping he wouldn’t find anyone--- luckily enough he hadn’t found either of the books he had been looking for yet. The Slytherin didn’t need someone raising an eyebrow in his interest in dark magic. “Lucius,” he spoke, eyes blinking as he pieced together exactly who it was pointing their wand at him. “I suppose it’s expected to be on edge when we’re somewhere we’re not supposed to be.” He lifted his right hand, index finger moving to his lips in a shushing motion as he smiled. “It isn’t too much to ask for you to keep this a secret for me, is it?”

[lusciousmalfcy]

WHEN: January 18th, 2:39pm WHERE: Slytherin Common Room WHO: Lucius & @narcissistblack​

"Brilliant. Just the person I was looking for.” Lucius Malfoy looked like he was a man on a mission. He wasn’t talking to anyone in particularly--- just stopped off guard when he found the person he had been searching for the past twenty or so minutes. When one looked at the Slytherin they likely assumed he was the type who thought of their birthday as a national holiday. Anastasia Malfoy used to throw her only child extravagant parties when he used to be at home for them still. One could also argue the woman just liked the excuse to throw a party, but no--- she certainly treated the day as a holiday. Lucius had already received two letters and several presents from his mother, but Abraxas...not a word. He hadn’t wished Lucius a ‘Happy Birthday’ since the boy was young enough to believe there was cause for celebration. However, for someone who was usually in a foul mood on that particular day Lucius looked in well enough spirits. 

“Miss Black,” he greeted, tossing a smile the younger Slytherin’s way. “As it is my birthday and I am to be your future husband---” He may not quite celebrate his own unless his mum was present to make him, but he didn’t mind using the excuse on Narcissa. She had no knowledge he ignored the day every other year. “---I have came to claim my gift. Your company. This afternoon--- if you have no other preexisting arrangements, that is.”

[b-n-a-o]

[scavengcrs-blog]

The Ministry has fallen. Scrimgeour is dead. They are coming.

[lusciousmalfcy]

narcissistblack·:

A satisfied smile settled on her features. Testing the waters, wasn’t she? Seeing how far she could push Lucius until he was snapping at her, goading him to reveal his true self by fighting back, prove to her that Andromeda was right in not to trust him, that she didn’t know him. But Andromeda was wrong. This was how betrothals went, didn’t they? Tiptoeing around one another, waiting for either side to reveal something truthful about themselves–that was how love worked…eventually? 

He may have had others on the sidelines, her sister had hinted that, and Narcissa hadn’t had the nerve to allow herself to fall to any temptation if the moment arose. Fear for them reporting her unfaithfulness to her family, fear she’d tarnish the Black name as her cousin before her and be cast out. Fear of Andromeda being right and that she wasn’t enough to hold Lucius’ attention naturally. 

So Narcissa had her walls–the entitled youngest, spoiled, bratty–hiding the cleverness beneath. Having smarts caused trouble, and Sirius had always been smart. 

The silence between them as they walked, Narcissa’s grip poised but not relaxed, mind contentedly blank until they reached the Great Hall. “Being unable to dance is practically a disqualification from the Black family.” Harsh lessons, excruciatingly long, straightened backsides and consistently pressured to glide. “So I’m not surprised you know how if you’re to be my future husband.” The words felt odd on her tongue, forced, sounding them out as though trying to see if there was a sign of incompatibility. “Drink first?”

“It’s a disqualification from just about the entirety of pureblood society,” Lucius commented, a bemused tone gracing the words. The Malfoy heir hadn’t naturally picked up his dancing lessons. One of his cousins used to tease him all the time around the age of ten that he’d never get a wife if he couldn’t dance with them at the wedding. Even then Lucius regarded teasing with nothing more than a roll of his eyes, but he had been determined to do well enough people would never be able to tell he once had two left feet. “Actually, when I was younger I couldn’t dance to save my life. Took months and at least ten different instructors before I picked it up well enough to be seen by anyone.”

He wouldn’t be honest enough to say it was Alice Fortescue who had stumbled upon him one afternoon when she visited the Malfoy Manor--- likely playing nice at the time because his family was doing business with her’s for their Christmas ball that year. Lucius couldn’t stand the girl, and she irritated him even further by poking fun at him to this day. Bloody girl stuck around for hours one afternoon when his mother insisted Alice was getting somewhere with teaching her son how to properly dance. He figured he could share a bit of information with the youngest Black daughter--- at least something she might find amusing. 

The blonde nodded his head towards her comment, hand brushing her elbow briefly as he spoke, “I’ll be right back.” It didn’t take Lucius much more than a minute to return, holding two glasses in his hands. The Slytherin passed Narcissa one before he took a drink of his own, surprised to find out that the juice wasn’t just juice. “I would drink it slowly,” he commented, regarding her with a smirk as blue hues met her’s.

[scott-eastwood-blog]

[herondaleness]

[geekeey]

[katmcnamara]

[lusciousmalfcy]

CHRISTMAS PRESENTS

Brought to you by Lucius Malfoy. Christmas of 1977.

@evcnsrosier: A chest of assorted alcohol. It’s the perfect excuse for Lucius to ensure him and Evan don’t run out over the year. The trunk the bottles of alcohol came in is covered in Tanzanite gemstones. A note attached read: Merry Christmas. Wish your family the best from me. I’ll likely stop by at some point before the vacation is over. Lucius

@cruelecto: Being one of his oldest friends, Lucius bought Alecto a charm bracelet five years ago for a birthday present. This Christmas he bought her another charm to add to the mix--- an obsidian skull. He also gifted her a few rare additions of old books the Malfoys have had in their library about dark magic; he didn’t mind giving away a few to someone who would make good use. A note attached read: Merry Christmas, Al. Lucius

@narcissistblack: Knowing it would be poor judgement to not get Narcissa something, Lucius picked her up a locket at an Italian boutique over his short travels during the holidays. It was simple, but she was also gifted a compact mirror with an assortment of green and blue jewels. A note attached read: Merry Christmas, Narcissa. I hope the holidays treat you well. Best Wishes, Lucius

@andromeduhblack: Not particularly close to Andromeda, but it would look bad to gift both her sisters something and not her. Lucius got her a head band with flowers charmed to stay alive. The note attached read: Merry Christmas. Lucius

@prvdigiouskill: Presented in a box was a bracelet in the form of a black serpent. It was charmed to curl around Bellatrix’s arm wherever she wanted, and upon command if someone was close enough to her it was charmed to bite them. With diamond teeth it can surely leave someone bleeding. The note attached read: Merry Christmas. Lucius

[lusciousmalfcy]

damonmulciber·:

Damon let out a laugh. “Can you fucking imagine?” He looked out at the floor, watching the women dance around - some of them like crazy, drunken forest nymphs. “Oof, I would pay good money to see that.” He took a swig of his drink and sighed in contentment after the burn had gone down his throat. “So, what is exactly the deal with your future Mrs, anyway? She’s Bellatrix’s sister. Your future wife.” He looked over and raised his brows with a suggestive grin. “Although, a pretty, small thing like her… Do you think she’ll ever join you and Bellatrix up in… well. Ya know.” He hoped it was clear he was talking about the Death Eaters. While he knew Andromeda was not the type to get involved in such things, Damon could see it from Narcissa. The blonde was the kind of people-pleasing girl that didn’t seem willing to do anything other than what was expected of her. He was curious to see Lucius’ take on it.

Even as put together as Lucius Malfoy seemed, he still had fun for a young man with too much money and good looks. The entertainment of trouble he got into was always behind closed doors and among a crowd who knew well. He brought his drink to his lips, allowing green hues to linger towards a group of girls within sight on the floor. However, he didn’t look long before he was glancing back at Damon and the topic of Narcissa was brought to the surface again. “She is a Black. The name alone is enough potential to get her foot through the door if she’s interested,” Lucius said with a shrug of his shoulders. He didn’t see all that much of a similarity between Bellatrix and Narcissa, but then how much did he really know? The blonde wasn’t about to gossip about his thoughts of his future wife, even if he was to be honest he’d say he couldn’t see it happening. “Narcissa wouldn’t feel comfortable talking to me about that. I’m sure if she’s interested she’ll go to Bella.”

[lusciousmalfcy]

narcissistblack·:

Given her looks and last name, Narcissa shouldn’t have needed anyone’s approval—she should just know her worth and have the confidence to conquer. But she craved it, yearned to hear it, especially from parents that were consistently and so easily disapproving. And to her she thought that was warranted her existence. Unaware that she was allowed to want more, to follow her heart–ruled by the Black family and obedient to their rules sheerly out of fear for the consequences if she didn’t do the right thing. 

And Lucius Malfoy was one of them. 

But Andromeda had asked, more than once, constantly if she was sure Lucius was right for her. Her family wouldn’t have steered her wrong, would they? They made the pairs, they decided their fate. Why would they choose poorly when it benefited their daughters? 

Family can be important made Narcissa realize that was the first time she’d heard Lucius say something she agreed with. With their scarce conversations, like two planets that were caught in one another’s gravity by sheer force, they existed around one another but not truly together. Unfortunately, it would be a long, long time before Narcissa opened up to anyone about anything important that regarded her sisters. “In the future, if I say we can go, assume that means we can go per my say so.” Spoken like a decree from one royal to another. 

She wasn’t sure if it was the natural physical contact, or that they hadn’t necessarily had any since their engagement, but Narcissa could only stare, internal feelings masked with a poised expression. “I’m sure the pleasure is yours, Mister Malfoy. I am, in fact, radiant.” Though her words were spoken in the same tone as his, she gave a soft smile to indicate she was teasing. With her too, she was also keeping him at arm’s length, pausing a moment to glance once more up the staircase before gliding forward to take Lucius’ arm. “I hope you’re an adequate dancer–I won’t tolerate embarrassment.”

In all fairness, Narcissa Black started at an immediate disadvantage when it came to Lucius. She was the shackles around his ankles--- holding him to the ground and reminding him he didn’t have as much power as he had hoped. The Malfoy heir worked for many things in his life; believing you had to earn something before you could take it, no matter who you were. For the majority of his life Lucius had free reign, or at least more freedom than some of his peers. He didn’t have his parents constantly watching his movements because Abraxas raised Lucius to be a child he didn’t have to worry about. He did everything he could to make his father proud--- to not feel like he had to dictate Lucius’ life to ensure the family would carry on it’s legacy. Hell, the Malfoy heir even started to look for a betrothal before he graduated.

And then Narcissa Black came into the picture. No warning. No questions asked.

As she spoke to him he clenched his jaw. Lucius Malfoy was a charming man--- normally he wouldn’t have an issue spending his evening courting a woman. The Slytherin male wouldn’t allow himself to show any irritation, even if he had to allow his thoughts to sit for a moment. Should I jot it down under your official orders for the future, Miss Black? Of course he wouldn’t say that to the girl, but it was tempting. He wasn’t a child. Lucius had no desire to be bossed around by a girl who in his eyes still was. Maybe he was being unfair to her, but it was hard to open up and give her a chance. 

“As you wish,” he spoke softly, the smile he was wearing staying in place. Her comment on her presence being his pleasure didn’t draw any words from Lucius, but seeing her teasing was enough for him to relax a little bit. It was even getting easier to hold his smile. Once she took his arm he gave her a small nod, leading the couple out of the common room and on their way to the Great Hall. Her next words were enough to get a laugh out of him, and he ducked his head to murmur the words softly to her, “I’m a well enough dancer you could have two left and no rhythm and I wouldn’t allow anyone to tell.”

[lusciousmalfcy]

narcissistblack·:

Useless. The word was produced as a scoff that drifted across her mind when Lucius said he hadn’t see Rodolphus, and lingered a moment on the stairs, attention drifting back to the top. Cruel, perhaps, but Narcissa had never prided herself on being nice or kind to anyone else. Civil, yes, Mona Lisa smile in place as she spoke, eluding to the fact that she was truly fixated on another when she wished otherwise. Worthy of her time, anyway, she wouldn’t dare waste breath or breathe around the dirt that crowded Hogwarts. 

“I’m not certain, but surely Rodolphus has enough of a brain to escort her properly.” She assumed anyway, but that meant her decision was made. There was a brief silence that settled between them, and Narcissa found herself annoyed. “Well?” Her question was expectant, obvious, awaiting a compliment as her hand gestured to her gown and overall exterior. 

Lucius Malfoy was a stubborn man. He was smart enough to know he was in a good position--- Narcissa Black would be a wonderful woman for any man to have as their wife one day. Raised in The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black, and no matter how much he tried not to acknowledge it she was a beautiful girl. The compliment he had on the tip of his tongue was something he had planned to say to begin with, but in the moment of lingering silence the Slytherin found himself without a word. It happened so rarely, but dressed to impress Narcissa had momentarily struck Lucius speechless. She was likely more deserving of whatever it was on the tip of his tongue. 

“I hardly wanted to interrupt you if you had something important to say about your sister. Forgive me, but I know family can be important,” he said, flashing the girl a smile as he shook away his earlier hesitation. The man then reached for her hand, ducking his head and placing a kiss to the back of it before glancing back up at the girl. “You look lovely as ever, Miss Black. But tonight you look radiant, and I thank you for allowing me to be the lucky man to escort you.” Even with the flattery and the token of affection, Lucius was still holding the girl at arm’s length. Always cautious. The Slytherin straightened up once more and held out his arm in offering to her, raising an eyebrow at the blonde.