Mr Perfectly Fine

Husband / Father / Death Eater / Ministry Official / Dark Arts Dealer everyone thinks that we're perfect please don't let them look through the surface

[mrlucius-malfoy]

ofnarcissax​:

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“Daddy!” Narcissa laughed, shaking her head as she tapped her husband’s arm gently. She was only teasing of course. Teasing both of them actually. She would never agree to getting rid of the peacocks, and Draco was their world. She knew that Lucius was only teasing too. But she was just playing along. “How could you ever think of getting rid of your little angel” She mused, a little grin on her face. She enjoyed teasing her husband, it was one of her favourite past times.

“Sadly no dragon” She mused with a little sad pout. To be honest, she was kind of glad that they wouldn’t have a dragon. That would just be far too much upkeep. Maybe she’d look into seeing if Draco could sponsor a dragon or something. One of the wild life sanctuaries must do that. It would make some sense.

“Only one thing? Since when are you so cautious about money dear” She teased with a little laugh. “But Mommy could really do with some honeydukes”

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Lucius’ eyes shot to the contact on his arm before smiling at his wife. “Little angel? You’re joking,” he scoffed in disbelief as he looked at their boy. He was a true pureblood. Demanding, wanted the finer things and wouldn’t take no for an answer. 

Seeing his son’s face fall about the news of a dragon, he pulled him into his side and brushed his hair out of his eyes once more. “You can come see the peacocks with Daddy this evening.” 

The comment brought a little offence in him as Lucius leaned against the wall and let his son curl into the side of his leg. “It not about that, it’s more about discipline, he know he gets one thing when we go out, that’s the rule,” he spoke clearly, having kept the rule consistent. 

[mrlucius-malfoy]

miss-alectoxcarrow​:

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As much as Alecto hated being the errand girl, when Amycus asked for her help, it was difficult to say no.  And so, she found herself at Borgin and Burkes, waiting on the idiot store keep to stop bumbling and fumbling and actually provide her with what she was there for.  She had half a mind to ask if Ophelia Borgin was in, at least she was competent.

Sensing a presence behind her, she was unable to stop herself from smirking at the familiar face.  Lucius Malfoy had both the status and air of self-importance that made him one of the few people Alecto considered worth her time.  She lifted up a shoulder, shrugging.  “I think you’ll be waiting on that for a long time.  There isn’t anyone with any intelligence who works here”, she turned to glare at the shop keep for good measure before turning her attention back to Lucius.  “What brings you to Borgin and Burkes?”  Eyes flicked to his attire before she added playfully, “And what’s the occasion?”

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“Oh I was referring to you,” he quipped, a light tease in his voice accompanied with a dodge as if he was expecting a slap in retaliation. He had time for Alecto, he enjoyed her company which was rare when it came to Lucius Malfoy. He was very particular about who he deemed worthy.

Glancing to the shopkeeper while his thoughts travelled to the briefcase in hand.

“Is the simply delightful decor of this quaint establishment not enought for you?” he looked around at the dull, dingy atmosphere. Cobwebs strung for corner to corner like buntin and dust coated objects that had sat there for years. “I’m here on business... what brings you here?”

[mrlucius-malfoy]

ofnarcissax​:—

Narcissa had been feeling a little under the weather lately. She couldn’t quite put her finger on what was wrong, but she just didn’t feel herself. When Lucius suggested they do a familing outing to Hogsmeade, she hadn’t wanted to say no. Regardless of how she felt, she wanted Draco to have a good time. And so, the blonde had forced a smile onto her face, and was going to have a good time. She could relax in a bath when they got back home lately.

She looked up as she heard Lucius talking, and she laughed, shaking her head. “I don’t think we do my lovely” She mused, ruffling her sons head as she smiled at the both of them.

“But maybe if Daddy got rid of a few peacocks we’d have room for one in the garden?”

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Lucius took a stance and slipped his hands into his pockets. Watching the boy interact with his mother, he looked on affectionately. His whole world was in these two people and after the threat that came from the war, the thought of losing them was too much.

That was until peacocks came into the conversation.

“Daddy will get rid of you before he even thinks of getting rid of any of the peacocks,” he brushed strands of hair out of his son’s eyes. “Looks like it’s a no on the dragon,” he confirmed before seeing the pout cross his son’s face. Draco was used to getting what he wanted and Lucius did his best to say no.

He’d noticed his wife wasn’t her usual self. He couldn’t quite place his finger on what was out of the ordinary but he put it down to tiredness.

“I told you one thing from our trip. You said you wanted to go to Honeydukes,” he tilted his head, catching the boy’s gaze. “Was that your choice?”

[mrlucius-malfoy]

Stepping to Borgin and Burkes, he felt at ease immediately.  This was his home from home, where all of his trading happened.

Letting the shop door swing closed behind him, he kept the briefcase close to his side. Naturally, is hand went to the buttons of his suit jacket, buttoning them up as he always came with an excellent impression and impeccable appearance. 

A familiar face intrigued the man and Lucius found himself breaking from the usual business man formalities. It was a face that brought a comfort. 

“Afternoon, I was wondering if you could point me towards an individual with at least some intelligence?” he spoke with ease, the poker face withholding the ever growing smirk at the playful tease.

@miss-alectoxcarrow​

[mrlucius-malfoy]

“If it bites you, I’ll won’t refrain from laughing,” Lucius lightly taunted as he watched his son press his nose up against the window after whining about wanting one of the small dragons that Lucius knew was merely a charm. 

The pout from his son drew a smile from the man as he ran his hand over his cheek and pulled him into the side of his leg, ensuring he had a grip on him. Lucius was far more protective of him given the state of the world. Draco seemed like a vulnerable prize, a weakness to attack the Malfoy family.

“Your mother is waiting,” he tugged the shoulder of his shirt before feeling tiny fingers slip inside his hand. Walking the boy through Hogsmeade and admiring the castle from a distance, he smiled seeing the elegant image of his wife.

A family outing in their old stomping grounds. A place where Draco would come to call his own in the future. It was a pleasant union of past and present. 

“Draco would like to know if we have room for a dragon in the pantry?” 

@ofnarcissax​

[mrlucius-malfoy]

ofnarcissax​:

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Evenings like this did pain her a little. They made her miss better times. It wasn’t that she disliked her life right now. Of course not. She was safe. Lucius and Draco were safe. That was all that mattered. But, she did miss a time when she didn’t have to spend her evenings like this, with muggle borns, and half bloods. Of course, she would never say that out loud. She had an image to maintain after all. 

Narcissa smiled, watching her husband carefully. She trusted him enough to know he’d get her a good standard of drink. If anything, she actually expected that the bartender would already knew what she drank. Narcissa Malfoy had high standards for wine. “Thank you love” She murmured, taking a sip of the wine after he handed the glass too her.

“I’m sure he will forget this lesson.” She teased with a little laugh. Draco liked to not listen to Lucius, and Narcissa found it highly entertaining. “I’m sure he will learn one day dear. Eventually….meanwhile we can find it very entertaining”

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Lucius paused as he made a face, “I don’t think I can wait for ‘one day’..” he trailed off before smirking in the corner of his mouth. “He’ll get there, he shines with drive and potential.”

Sipping his drink, he surveyed the area before eyeing up a client he was currently in dicusission with over a rare item and of course, Lucius was not one to take a low offer. Narrowing his eyes, he drew himself back to his wife’s company. He needed to shut off from work. 

“Tell me, how has the latest coffee morning been?” he queried. “Anything interesting?” he asked, knowing the company she kept and wanting to know of the latest whispers. He knew there could be friends in attendence at the charity event. Probably here for the occassion with little thought on the actualy meaning of the charity. 

Lucius had distanced himself from that aspect of the evening, it was somewhat the reason for the sour taste in his mouth. The reminder of his father was one that he tended to avoid, yet it made him feel guilty given his sickness.

[mrlucius-malfoy]

mxrysmac​:

It was a double-edged sword, really.  She loved a pretty dress and doing her make up.  Bold colors and lines that she could never pull off in a more traditional, day to day setting.  But crowds were something she had never quite mastered since the end of the war.  It was far too easy to slip by unnoticed, with ill-intentions on the mind.  And life had thrown in their faces, again and again, that far too many of their peers wanted to cause harm.  But it had been years and this was fort charity.

But her dress was beautiful and the flowers had taken ages to braid into her hair – this was an outfit that needed to be seen by the masses.  She had gotten ready at Lily’s house with Marlene and Lily, naturally, but they had gone their separate ways for the event – which was fine.  She was far more interested in the snacks than she was the dance floor at present.

She grabbed a little shrimp on a skewer and leaned against the table, her back to the snacks, and faced the rest of the room.  She recognized most people that she saw, and it warmed her to see them all enjoying themselves.  Charity or not, this was a fun idea.  “Doesn’t it make you happy that flowers are a more traditional sign of spring than rain showers?  Atmospheric charms are impressive, but it’d be quite difficult to keep them from ruining someone’s night.  Not mine though, dancing it the rain might be quite fun.”

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The rest of the world always saw Lucius and Narcissa. He was the face of their relationship, the face of their family. He was the confident one, the dominant lead and the face to turn to. Yet in truth, it was quite the opposite, a small game they played between each other. Narcissa was the lead in their relationship and Lucius followed lovingly, though they knew their roles in public. 

He was a little lost without his wife at his side.  This wasn’t a business event, it was a leisure one. 

As written in the script, he’d gone in, done the rounds, shown his face. He’s talked himself numb and now found an oppourtunity to breathe.  That was until a voice chirped beside him.

He looked the woman up and down, trying to place the familiarity.  She was one of the newest members to the Wizegamot. 

“Personally I prefer the rain, it’s quiet, it’s refreshing and without it life wouldn’t flourish.” He drew his drink to his lips and sipped the mellow whiskey. “The rain leaves only those brave enough to stand in it while others seek shelter. The thunder and lighting alert the senses and it’s a small pocket of bliss. Then when it drifts on, the pavement sparkles and the world is coated with a fresh smell, like all the impurities have been washed away and life can blossom.” 

[mrlucius-malfoy]

smollestrange​:

Who: Open Where: IDK some balcony

It felt like the only time Rabastan came alive was at parties like these. He didn’t think that would be the case with this gala. Still he dressed, made himself presentable. Can’t disappoint the family by not showing up.

Every bad thing he had ever done, every name he refused to remember, the reminders were here, in the faces of his victims loved ones. He felt the weight of it all, so he kept moving. Flittering from one place to the next, moving as soon as the guilt started to creep in again. So he moved, constantly, until he took a step outside. With a deep breath his mask lowered, the constantly aching smile fell off his face. The soft warm spring breeze was perhaps the first time he felt peace at this spring gala and he wasn’t ready to go back yet.

The balcony door opened behind him with a soft click, disrupting his peace and not allowing him adequate time to put his mask back in place. A Sin, worse then anything else, to him.

“Occupied.” He said curtly, not bothering to glace towards whoever had interrupted him. “you can have your drunken tryst next door.” He waved, dismissively. 

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“Well then, I’ll be sure to let Cissa know,” he said a little taken-a-back. 

Lucius had known Rabastan for years. His elder brother had become something similar to the only Malfoy child. As a child, Lucius had trailed after Rodolphus, his father often gloating how Rod was the perfect example of a Pureblood child. Lucius had found himself spending a lot of his childhood at the Lestrange household and thus the man in front was no stranger. 

“Too much?” he asked simply, knowing he often had feelings of the same manner in situations like the one presented to them. There weren’t many who saw Lucius with even half of his guard lowered, except those in his tight circle. It had been a nice circle formed between the Black, Lestrange and Malfoy families and it was where he felt his safest. 

Unknown to him, Lucius harboured similar feelings. His entire life the man had done nothing except follow his father’s orders, met every expectation only for it to be raised and cast his own personality aside. Some would call him a coward, some would call his overly-sensitive, yet Lucius knew how to put on an act and fake a smile.

Thrown into the war and crafted by the hands of men with ideals, he did his best to be the perfect soldier. A rank his father could be proud of, a right-hand man to Voldemort and quested with tasks that made his stomach churn. The first year after the collapse of the war had seen nothing but sleepless night, tears and guilt -- something only his wife knew of.

Lighting a cigarette, he took a stance a little futher away to give the man some space.  “Only a few more hours,” he repeated what his wife had told him earlier.

[mrlucius-malfoy]

amccarrow​:

who: open starter. where: the ministry gala.

If he were being honest, Amycus was always bored at parties that he didn’t throw.

There was always something out of place; a hair there, a chandelier wrongly tilted. The Ministry had hung some up in the sky, and they floated now, twinkling above them with white lights. But, they were the wrong color light; the wrong flame was used, and Amycus could noticedthe patches of darkness throughout the room. He could see where people were lurking, and a part of him was reminded of the war.

A part of him wanted to cause some chaos.

Still, he didn’t. He kept to his own shadowy spot, his fifth ( or was it sixth? ) drink in hand. He usually as the life of the party at these events, talking up the host; getting to know the other Order members who probably thought he was still a right arse from the war. It wasn’t easy, reviving an image that was rightly tarnished. Still, it was quite fun, the pretending. And besides that, it was quite fun trying to do the impossible. 

When someone sidled up next to him, he raised his glass, grinning ever so slightly. “Oh, come on,” he said, noting their empty hand. “You didn’t even bring me a second drink? That’s horrible table manners.”

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“Knowing you, Carrow, we’re well past your second,” Lucius quipped back. “What’re you sulking in the corner for? You know this is going to do wonders for our reputations.” 

Lucius had time for the man beside him, which was something not often given out.

The head of the Malfoy household liked to study people and there was no-one more facinating than Amycus Carrow. Just like himself, the man was running some tale about imperious being involved in the mark on his arm and doing their best to ‘fit’ back into the world.

“Let me guess, the wall is the only thing currently keeping you on your feet?” 

[mrlucius-malfoy]

ofnarcissax​:

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If there had been any opportunity for them to not come to this gala, Narcissa would have taken it. She knew her husband did not want to come to things like this. Not only was it at the ministry, whom they didn’t really like, it was also full of people they both still referred to as scum. But they had a image to show, and they were still having to prove that it had been the right decision to not imprison them. 

“Well. I thought that was quite obvious.” Narcissa murmured, an amused smirk on her face. Cissa knew she was beautiful, and knew that many could barely stand up against her beauty. But she also didn’t feel the need to mutter on about it too often. It was as clear as day that she was the best dressed here, and nobody else could really compare. 

She sighed, shaking her head, as she stepped up on her tip toes, and kissed his cheek, mostly as a cover so she could whisper to him. “Just a few hours, my love, and then we will be safely tucked away in our manor again.”

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Lucius paused in his stance, the gentle kiss let him know he needed to listen. 

The Malfoys had worked out a series of codes, small gestures and glances that held a silent conversation amongst the masses. He’d come to learn out what certain looks and touches meant from his wife and knew how to behave accordingly. Few hours, he agreed mentally.

Letting his arm entwine with hers, he eyed the bar before grey eyes drifted back to his wife. It wouldn’t be a party without a glass in hand.

“I will be with you in a moment, darling.” It took him little effort as men parted for him to get to the bar and as soon as recognition hit the bartender, a common order of high end whiskey mixed into an old fashioned was presented to the Ministry Official. “Don’t let my wife see you forget her order,” he smirked slightly and then took a champagne flute too. 

Life was an act for Lucius Malfoy.  He had a reputation that lasted decades to uphold, he had to maintain his respect. “My dear,” he offered her the champagne before holding his own drink in his left hand, he always maintained that his dominant hand was free to reach for his wand. 

“Did I tell you Draco has now learnt why we listen to Dad. The sweets he chose had steam coming out of his ears -- before you ask, of course I laughed. He has to learn,” the man spoke in amusement. Lucius would never allow harm to come to the boy but children had to learn.

[buckykingofmemes]

i’d follow him to hell and back but i wish he’d just stop going there

[ofcarrowisms]

@mrlucius-malfoy

[mrlucius-malfoy]

ofnarcissax​:

Narcissa was in two camps with how she felt about this gala. Whilst she loved the opportunity to dress up, and have fun at a gala, she also didn’t like the fact that she would have to talk to so many people that she simply thought were dirt on her shoe. Luckily she would have her husband by her side, and she didn’t intend on letting him get too far away. It was a strange thing though, to be away from her little boy. But she was sure she could manage for one night.

“You look dashing darling” She murmured, her arm hooked through his as they stepped into the gala. “Easily the best dressed here. But that wasn’t hard. Some of the idiots they’ve invited here probably wouldn’t know expensive clothes if they hit them in the face” She looked up at Lucius, and grinned. 

@mrlucius-malfoy​

The look on his face said enough. Lucius Malfoy wanted to be anywhere else but here.

He hated socialising in these open parties, where any rabble could come in off the street in a tattered hand-me-down suit and be in his presence.

“Thank you, dear,” he murmured in response, though his eyes were scanning the crowd and he was doing his best to hide the irritated look on his face. At her words, he drew his attention back to her. “You’re mistaken,” he took a step back and subtly gestured towards her. “There’s the best dressed in this entire event,” he gave her a smile. There was no-one Lucius loved more than his wife, she owned his world and he’d happily accompany her in every step. 

Linking his arm back with hers, he observed the room again and couldn’t stop the frown. If he continued, he knew she’d tell him off. They had to have the perfect image but tonight, something wasn’t sitting right with him.

“The Ministry are really letting themselves go,” he muttered.

[mrlucius-malfoy]

Lucius Malfoy at the Ministry’s Spring Gala.

[mrlucius-malfoy]

[shitslytherinssay]

Shit Slytherins Say: #257

Gryffindor: Are you busy tomorrow?

Slytherin: That entirely depends on what you’re about to say next.

[eleanorrosier]

@diagon-starters​

It had been a long day at the library where Eleanor worked. She had been irritated all day by the incessant pestering she’d gotten from people not knowing where things were. She knew it was part of the job. But honestly, there were times she found it beneath her to constantly have to help people of all sorts, especially when they hadn’t even bothered trying to find anything on their own in the first place.

She’d needed to blow off some steam. So she’d found a bar to get a drink in. She wasn’t sure if this was considered the good part of town or bad part of town. She hadn’t cared much, really. She could handle herself. She was on her third drink and she was beginning to get a bit mouthy. “Is everyone an idiot?”

[mrlucius-malfoy]

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Etiquette was everything in the Malfoy family. So when discussing business of one of “his grandfather’s priceless heirlooms” — or more commonly known between his clients as a piece of interest when it came to dark arts— the interruption hadn’t been welcome. “Do excuse me.”

Lucius bidded his company farewell and navigated through the the high end establishment, a few steps to the woman unsettling the atmosphere.

“Yes, quite frankly, most are,” he answered an honest opinion. Lucius wasn’t afraid to call people out for what they were so the answer would be expected. From him. “Who has spun your web too tight?” He offered an opportunity to talk. He knew the face, the name too but plesantries weren’t needed here.

[ryagosling]

Did they know you in Italy?