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It had been almost automatic that her feet had taken her to the Quidditch Pitch. Classes were long over for the day and she’d done as much homework as she could bear. She’d left the common room to go for a walk - unsure of her destination until she got there.

The field had never looked SMALL before, but after all the fields she’d seen the Harpies play on, the stands looked abysmal. Maybe it was that there weren’t enough people there. That had to be it. This field couldn’t possibly be small when it contained so many memories and brought her so much joy.

She felt the person walk up behind her and for a brief moment she was self conscious - standing their in her muggle clothes, arms clutched around her because the jean jacket wasn’t quite enough to protect her from the cold. A moment ago the field had seemed like nothing, but now she wondered how small she looked in the midst of all of this.  She let out a sigh, or maybe it was just a particularly loud exhale, not bothering to turn to look at her company. Unwilling to tear her eyes away and back to reality just yet.

“I can hardly wait for this place to be filled with people cheering and yelling and flying. It can’t come soon enough - don’t you agree?”

    There was a unique love/hate relationship with Quidditch for Lucius, as he had come to discover over the years. It was one of the only places that he felt was neutral in terms of importance; and one of the only places where Luci did not feel like the top of the food chain. The humbling nature of the Pitch, as well as the bad memories from the accident in the year prior, always gave the pale wizard mixed feelings. 

   And yet, it had always felt essential to his success at the castle. It brought popularity, admiration, direction, and purpose. Without it, what would Lucius have to call his own? It didn’t matter that he was less than the best, for once, he just simply... was.      That was the beauty of it, right? 

  But ever since the incident that had left him with a slight limp, Lucius had been practicing privately, eager to thrust himself on a track of improvement, needing more from the game; more from everything. He’d been surprised to see a figure standing there, especially someone he made a point of not knowing well. When she spoke, Lucius half considered simply stalking away, and not giving Wren the time of day as he normally would. 

   “Yes,” He answered instead, voice cool and slow, practiced to a degree of perfection that commanded attention and respect. If she wasn’t aware of who had walked up, she would be now; the Malfoy tone was unmistakable. “I believe we all are in eager anticipation for the next big game. In fact, isn’t it your house versus mine? I am very thrilled to see the outcome of that.” 

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LUCIUS MALFOY II EIGHTEEN YEARS OLD II SLYTHERIN II SEVENTH YEAR

“'Bad pride’ is the deadly sin of superiority that reeks of conceit and arrogance.” - John C. Maxwell

↳ BIOGRAPHY:

Lucius Malfoy was raised in the lap of luxury. As a Malfoy he’s part of one of the Sacred 28 Pureblood families which means that his blood is “untainted” - as he would say - by muggle blood. This is something that he was raised to be very proud of and makes him feel better than even most pureblood families. Lucius’ father owns the Malfoy Apothecary, where his father works part time. As for where he spends the rest of his time, this is something that Mr. Malfoy actively keeps from his son, no matter how many times he asks. Because his father was so busy while Lucius was growing up, Lucius spent most of his time with his mother and became quite the mamma’s boy. His mother doted on him completely and he never wanted for anything as a child. The boy was raised to do absolutely nothing himself, his mother constantly ringing the family house elf to wipe his mouth or fetch him a book. Lucius did not receive this kind of attention from his father, who instead shows his affection for his son in the form of gifts. Lucius always had the newest toys as well as piles of gold with which he could do what he pleased.

At the age of eleven, Lucius was whisked away to Hogwarts where he was quickly sorted into Slytherin and soon made a name for himself. At first, Lucius was thrown by his new environment. The young wizard was used to having everything done for him and suddenly he was on his own. But he quickly learned that, by using gold and occasionally just fear itself, he could get the other boys in his house to do anything he didn’t want to do. This included everything from his Transfiguration homework to fetching his breakfast from the Great Hall. Most notably, Lucius used his father’s money to buy his way onto the Quidditch team. He’s not exceptional at Quidditch, but he’s certainly not the worst and he manages to make do as a Keeper. The real trouble is Slytherin’s team captain, Emma Vanity. Lucius bought his way onto the team long before Emma was put in charge of it, and he wasn’t bad enough to give her a reason to kick him out. 

However, Emma hates the fact that Lucius bought his way onto the team and makes him constantly aware of that fact. He also struggles with the fact that Emma makes the rules and he doesn’t. With the previous captain, Lucius could get out of anything he didn’t want to do, but Emma never gives him a break. This infuriates Lucius and he constantly tries to undermine her, which she has zero tolerance for. As much as Lucius would like to think himself a leader, he’s a follower through and through. He really just does what others expect of him, primarily his father. None of his ideas are truly his own and he’s constantly seeking the approval of his father and other great wizards. 

While he’s often flanked by around half a dozen Slytherin boys, he’s hard pressed to find real friends that haven’t been bought by either his money or his name. Lucius’ only un-bought friends are people who are very like minded to him. Those who believe that the status of their blood makes them better than others and who have arrogance to rival his. Lucius has absolutely no tolerance to people who aren’t pure-bloods, especially those he feels wormed their way into Slytherin house. While many of Lucius’ friends tend to take a more direct approach with those lesser than them, Lucius prefers to pretend that they simply don’t exist. Because of his attitude, Lucius prides himself on the fact that he’s surrounded by the best of the best. These are the truly worthy people who he doesn’t have to pay for loyalty and who don’t do little tasks for him. In the romance department, Lucius is harder pressed to find a good match. From watching his parents, Lucius knows how important it is to find a proper life partner, and he’s constantly on the lookout for the right one. 

Of course, he’s rich and attractive so there are plenty of witches who show interest in him, but he’s got some very specific qualifications and is quick to let many of them know that they do not meet them. At first, he turned his eye towards the eldest Black sister, but Bellatrix proved too much of an independent spirit and a force of nature. For a while, he considered a Macmillan girl - they too were part of the Sacred 28 Families and were undeniably beautiful. But the eldest Macmillan was too questionable with her morals and it certainly didn’t help that she wasn’t even sorted into the right house. The younger Macmillan was simply too young besides all the rest. Recently, Narcissa Black has caught his eye. She’s young, gorgeous, and doesn’t trifle with mudbloods the way that the Macmillan girls do. Best of all, she seems to be interested in him. Of course, Lucius has kept it cool, hardly showing any indication that she’s caught his eye, but in truth he finds her incredibly intriguing and perhaps exactly what he’s been looking for.

↳ CHARACTER STATS:

✗ Blood Status → Pure-Blood ✗ Family → N/A ✗ Friends → Spencer Mulciber, Evan Rosier, Bellatrix Black, Rodolphus Lestrange, Ash Greengrass, Severus Snape  ✗ School Functions → Keeper for the Slytherin Qudditch Team, Potions Club, Slug Club ✗ Future Information → Husband of Narcissa Black, Father of Draco Malfoy, Death Eater ✗ Face Claim → Austin Butler

↳ AVAILABILITY: Taken

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serefina was dazed and DISTRACTED, that much was certain. keeping her head down, the beauty was doing her BEST to navigate the crowded corridors as class let out at hogwarts for the day. she was small, easily weaving in and out of the crowd but at the same time – it was hard for anyone to see her. before she knew it, serefina had bumped STRAIGHT into another body, dropping her books and papers everywhere along with the other’s belongings. the blonde was NOT one to yell and throw fits. she sighed heavily out of frustration. “my BAD.” she told the other student as she bent down to sort through the things and find her own.

  he was tall, imposing, shoulders back and a familiar chill in his gaze, but it softened into a mildly amused smirk as his eyes rose from the floor where his books had fallen to the little greengrass witch. the matching robes they wore seemed to nearly engulf her in fabric, and when lucius didn’t stoop down to retrieve his own items, a helpful house elf nearby reluctantly began to do so for him. “yes, it is,” the older wizard remarked, an eyebrow raising, but his voice wasn’t unkind to her. “where are you headed in a hurry?”