serpents raised;

[malfoyslucy]

wecsleys​:

         “you don’t get talk about my father, daddy’s boy. the only deranged ones are you blood purists – do you truly believe you, or i, are that much better wizards because of blood? your last name is no more special than mine or any other in the ministry, so good luck, really.”

    “ at least i’m not shadowed by the mistakes of my father - just like your children will be when the day comes. he publicly denounces the truth as if there’s some prize to be won for believing that muggles or mudbloods are worthy of the same magic we inherited. if anything, i’d warn him to not continue speaking so loudly. one day, he might not be so lucky.”

[malfoyslucy]

ofncrcissa​:

With Lucius seated there before her, there was so much that Narcissa could have said; and almost wanted to say. And perhaps she was a coward; seeking to escape instead of telling the truth that ran around in her mind. But ever since the announcement of his betrothal to Isabelle Avery had been proclaimed, an ugly emotion had arisen that she had tried ever so hard to suppress. Her fingers tightening around her family’s grimoire, Cissa’s molten eyes flickered over Lucius’s figure as she wondered just how she and Lucius had ended up at this point, lamenting over the fact that one of her closest childhood friends now seemed more distant than ever. And yes — that was her own fault, for choosing to avoid him whenever possible, but she didn’t think she could face the tumultuous emotions that had arisen with the thought of Lucius being engaged. “Yes, rather unfortunate that we missed one another. But I was rather preoccupied with discussions with Cleon and Rab. Did you hear — he got scouted to play professionally!” And perhaps a diversion in topics would allow for a more neutral discussion. But she doubted it. It was Lucius, after all.

____

     lucius’ eyes momentarily flicker back up to her eyes, and the inner conflict is quite visible - fire and brimstone clashing with the silence as it crescendos into his inability to admit that the secrecy is loud enough. he clears his throat, one hand clenched into a fist behind his back as he stands there in the common room - feeling defeated - and grappling with the fact the lucius from one week ago would have poked and prodded but now he’s the coward. the realization is deafening - his father’s words and pleas for his eldest son to fight for what he wants falling short as the one thing he’d ever truly desired is sitting on the cushion just several meters away. the diversion gives him room to breathe again, an instinctive clearing of his throat to coat the acute burn in his throat from the swallowed words. “that’s nice for him, i’m sure he’s ecstatic.” his tone is void of any sentiment, the news of a mutual friend not the least bit a priority right now.  “ what’s that ? “ lucius finally asks, a digit pointedly directed towards the grimoire on narcissa’s lap.  

[malfoyslucy]

ofisabclle​:

Honestly, it was amusing to watch Lucius’s reactions to her words, even if she didn’t truly believe what she had said. “What can I say? A girl has needs.” She replied with a chuckle, before reaching out to lightly shove Lucius as amusement rose upon her features as she watched the disgust arise upon his own. “And you say that, but you’re the one who often came onto me after a drink too many, begging me to embrace my inner carnal desires.”

__

      his eyes roll, half convinced now that the rumor that had just been confirmed was out of pure desperation. there was no other way to justify it in lucius’ perspective. “ you could’ve just said that i’ve been a rotten betrothed, isabelle. that would have stung a little less.” his tone is light, posture still straight but smile crooked. “ you say that, but from what i remember, you weren’t exactly opposed to the idea either. oh - or was that your needs talking ? “ 

[malfoyslucy]

sybillsc​:

    sybill continues to walk alongside the slytherin male, fingers against each other as she invites the silence to lengthen as the pair climb the stairs towards the castle. there’s a question burning at the forefront of her mind, lips pursing as she struggles to find the correct wording. she’s seen the things that the other is capable of doing and will do - but perhaps the faith she has in him is misplaced, even now when her eyes peer over to his face. its cold of any expression or feeling, the edges roughened with age but its the pure exhaustion etched under his eyes that catches her attention. “ you haven’t told her yet, have you ? i can see it on your face; you’ve practically given up.”

     lucius prefers the silence, the solemn expression etched on his expression hardening with every step on the pebbled path. but it’s to no surprise that the girl beside him is quick to dismantle the tension that is thick in the air. the neutral mood almost immediately sours into irrational annoyance, the nameless person that sybill mentions bringing back the repressed thoughts he had avoided during the lecture. “ sod off, trelawney. of all the topics, you’d dare talk about something as nonsensical as that ? “ it’s not entirely fair to the halfblood that she is on the receiving end of his caustic shift in mood, but it had been her who dared speak of how narcissa appeared to have been avoiding him at all costs. “i don’t even see how it’s any of your business, anyway.”

[majidjordans-deactivated2023041]

  𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐱   𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐳𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐧      as   harry   bingham   on   the   society   .

[malfoyslucy]

ofncrcissa​:

There was a pause within their conversation wherein Narcissa contemplated whether she would be able to get away with abruptly leaving, feigning some sort of situation where she was needed elsewhere. But alas, Lucius knew her too well, and the last thing she needed was for him to tail her, insistent upon discovering why exactly she had been avoiding his presence. Not that she desired to think about those reasons, at all. Folding her arms across her chest, she tilted her head to examine his features as she wondered how exactly she would reply as before stating, “You should be. As you are just making it all up in your head. After all, I was at the party last night, you can ask any of the snakes. We must have just not crossed paths.” And if she had been avoiding him at the party, well — that wasn’t her fault, was it?

   there was fine definition of how lucius felt towards narcissa, whether it was conjured in his head or not, but he understood that he wanted to be a part of her life. every bit selfish, he’d become greedy for her presence and maybe it was foolish to feel this strongly and not admit it but she was among the only things in his life that made sense. it was almost ill-fated that she was one of the furthest from his father’s expectations, but maybe if it hadn’t been for how twisted life seemed to be- he’d have acknowledged that the line between friendship and something else had been crossed between the pair a long time ago. ‘ you are just making it all up in your head -’ she warned, but he hadn’t seen the point in the heed, especially not when her face said otherwise. her eyes screamed fire, and her hand had seemed to point to extinguish it inside her as she clutched the book to her chest in an attempt to escape the conversation. “ we must have missed each other then,” he finally admits defeat, shoulders falling despite the demeanor the male often presented. “ must have been awfully preoccupied at the party, then.  at some point i had been looking for you.”  

[malfoyslucy]

wecsleys​:

“aren’t you just a little sad, malfoy? by finally leaving these halls it means you’ll enter the ‘real world’ where you can’t get what you want just by intimidation. no one’s going to fall for it wherever you end up. but, excuse me, maybe i should correct myself – aren’t you a little scared?”

   “ honestly, i might have to give you praise for having such an optimistic view of the world, weasley. any politician or wizard at the ministry would argue otherwise, don’t you think ?  right - i forgot. your father failed to even consider that himself before he became deranged.”

[malfoyslucy]

charityfaithfull​:

“Two feet below your legs and a wand I’m assuming you are trained well enough to use if the lectures are needless. You should carry yourself right out to Hogsmeade and pop away. It’ll save you some time, now won’t it?”

        “ riddle me this - do you honestly think that i’d credit the defense against the dark arts classes here for any successful duels in the future ? even with the rightful access to magic, i wouldn’t have made it past a simple bar fight at the broomsticks.” 

[malfoyslucy]

ofisabclle​:

Leaning against the stone wall, folding her arms as Isabelle examined Lucius’s figure, a small chuckle began to escape her lips at his remarks, unfazed by the derogatory term for Arthur together with his comments. She knew the pair didn’t get along, but it always amused her at the rivalry the two did have. “Is that jealousy I sense Lucius?” She teased before finally stepping closer towards the other, a small smile pulling at her lips.

-

      “ jealous ? “ lucius repeats with a laugh, the comment still as ridiculous when he says it. the thought alone is enough to strike a nerve, the disgust that was usually reserved for arthur obvious in the way his eyes diverted to the side with the shake of his head. “ if anything, i envy that you didn’t succumb to your fleshy desires sooner enough. would have saved myself from the nightly caps we shared.”  

[malfoyslucy]

ofncrcissa​:

Curled up by the fire, with the Black family grimoire in her lap, Narcissa’s focus was placed upon a certain ritual that only those of her blood would know of. Whilst the book would have been considered illegal if caught in Hogwarts, Cissa was confident in the knowledge that it had been heavily transfigured to appear as a textbook to anyone else; and was cursed to hex anyone that was not of her family, which was why she had it out open in the Common Room. Her attention suddenly diverted by the presence of another, Narcissa began to raise an eyebrow at Lucius’s appearance; her figure itching to disappear. Moving a hand to shut the tome immediately, Cissa gazed at him for a couple of seconds silently before finally replying, “And why you would think that, Lucius?” 

-

         lucius gives little attention to her immediate reaction, lips pursing slightly at the passive tint clouding her usual demeanor. his mind does its best to rack through the past few days, replaying every encounter between the pair for something he could have possibly have done to upset narcissa. there is no immediate answer that is obvious to the male and this only unsettles him further. “should i be convinced otherwise ?” he asks slyly, one brow raised with skepticism. “ maybe you’ll be able to persuade me that i’m making it all up in my head. that - or you can keep having me guess why i didn’t see you last night at the party. “      

[malfoyslucy]

closed ! / @ofncrcissa​

     sauntering into the common room, the male’s attention diverts to the figure that is strewn by the fireplace. this is the first time that lucius has seen narcissa by herself since the party and even though his friends are calling for his attention, he utters a poor excuse as he walks to close the space between the pair. a hand rests along the back of the cushion to announce his presence, his usual confident smile on his lips before lucius speaks. “ - if i didn’t know any better, i would think you’re ignoring me narcissa.”       

[malfoyslucy]

aveline-allaire​:

“My sentiments exactly the fact that we have to sit through stuff I learned as a child just goes to show how pathetic this place is.”

-

     “ sure - i suppose that i understand that some families cannot simply afford the same riches that we have. but then why boast about hogwarts being so prestigious ? obviously salazar had the right idea before he vanished. “ 

[malfoyslucy]

ofisabclle​:

If it wasn’t her beloved betrothed. A coy smirk upon her features, Isabelle chuckled as she replied, “And I’ll be ever glad when we finally get to turn away and never look back. Not sure why everyone’s so fond of this castle, anyways.”

-

        an easy smirks graces lucius’ lips at her returned sentiments about hogwarts, inviting himself to close the space between the two so that his voice falls to a mere breathless remark only meant for isabelle to hear.  “- not exactly what i imagined coming from you. though i bet the shame is settling for even considering weasley at the quiddich afterparty. didn’t realize you had a thing for blood traitors.” 

[malfoyslucy]

open ! / @petrificusstarter​

    ❛ this week could not possibly go any slower. just a few more days, then no need to waste any more time with needless lectures. - so close to finally leaving this sordid castle. ❜

[tearthatcherryout]

[malfoyslucy]

charityfaithfull​:

“It’s all the same stuff.” Charity mused. “I don’t think anyone can lay particular claim to mixing together drinks for the same of something…strong or tasteful.” A grin crossed her face. “Worth more than one thing, too.”

       ❛ that’s what usually one says when you haven’t had the honor of tasting some of the more finer drinks, which i don’t really expect much from someone like you. ❜  the male rolls out the simple insult,  a mere shrug lowering his shoulders. ❛ i’d never drink the juice in more refined arenas, but at a party like this- it’s needed to tolerate some people. ❜ 

[malfoyslucy]

cleonburkes​:   

“oh, no.. come on, mate.” cleon teased, lips spreading into a teasing smirk. “you don’t have to put up with all that – should’ve just come to me. either my dad doesn’t notice all the missing liquor or he simply doesn’t care, but i’ve got the good stuff.”

        ❛ words i never thought i’d say, truthfully - ❜ lucius says with a sarcastic glint mirrored in his eyes, throwing the finished glass of beer he’d stolen from someone.  with the wipe of his thumb against his lips, the blond male rolls his eyes at his friend’s words. ❛  didn’t think you’d have time with all the attention you have been placing on the ladies. - i’d say that dear father worries more about the politics of where the bottles come from but not entirely what happens to them.  ❜