Lucius Malfoy II

"the aristocrat" Lucius Armand Malfoy II twenty years old pureblood heir to the malfoy bloodline death eater +hardworking +straightforward +reliable -materialistic -overcritical -self-centered

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It All Comes Crashing Down || Alice & Lucius

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Alice knew what was going to happen as soon as Malfoy exploded the statue, shards flying, a big piece lodging itself in the giant. The roar was loud, even over all the noise and chaos. She saw some around them stop and panic at the sight of the hulking beast losing it’s balance and she cursed their stupidity before uttering a spell, knocking them out of the way. At the same time she didn’t think, pulling Lucius with her as she let out another curse, causing more debris to rain from the ceiling, forcing the giant down to it’s knees with a thundering sound, the ground trembling beneath it’s weight.

Their options were limited, it’s skin naturally resistant to magic and it’s weight causing it to fall forward in what almost seemed like slow-motion. Alice didn’t think, a charm escaping her lips as she moved a decapitated statue directly below the creature, hearing Lucius continue to utter curses, causing more explosions above the giant, trying to get off its legs. One particularly large piece of concrete hit it directly in it’s head and it stopped struggling, sending the rest of the giant crashing down. The jagged statue impaling it’s lower torso with the force of it’s decent. She hadn’t been expecting the impact, though, the force of it knocking everyone within it’s vicinity off their feet. She winced as her head hit the ground, glass lodging itself in her arms but scrambled up almost immediately.  

"Lucius." Her head was ringing but she was still aware enough to know that the giant wasn’t dead yet and that this small window of unconsciousness was limited. "We need to get it’s chest. And head." She didn’t explain further, instead leading by example as she levitated another large piece of fallen ceiling mixed with metal bars over to the giant, preparing to let it impale it’s heart. If this beast was going to stay down, they’d have to make sure it  wasn’t beating. 

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Lucius felt a bit annoyed that she pulled him along once more. She may have had the best intentions, but it was as if she didn't trust him with his own life. Nevertheless, he moved with her, out of the way of the falling giant. He hadn't thought Alice would finish destroying the now-deceased minister's property, but apparently everyone was looking to do as much damage as they could. At least the woman's spell towards the ceiling let a very large piece of stone fall on the monster. Lucius looked at the entire thing with a small amount of admiration before turning his attention back to the curses he was shooting out of his wand. He would have been perfectly content to let the giant lie there unconscious, but of course Alice had to be a hero.

Landing fairly hard on his elbow, Lucius winced at the slight pain after he fell over from the impact of the giant hitting the floor. A bruise would surely blossom there the next morning, to his great displeasure. He rose, still stumbling slightly from the sudden loss of balance. He held his arm gingerly before shaking himself and looking to Alice.

He did not want to be the responsible one here, but it was obvious if he wanted to continue looking for his father it may be easier to do with one less threat. Lucius coughed once before gripping his wand tightly and pointing it to a table mantle lying nearby. He levitated over the giant's head before walking forward. It would be grisly, but it was necessary. "Incendio." A stream of fire left his wand, coating the fabric and bursting into flames quite easily. Tired, Lucius turned to face Alice and nodded. She would complete this task, he was sure. Now, he had to find his father.

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Littered in small cuts, Lucius Malfoy finally returns to the manor with his father. Having found Abraxas fighting off a giant joyously, he is not so sure the man should have retired so young. Nevertheless, the older Malfoy seems to be in a better mood, finding little to no problem with the fact that the Dark Lord that shares their pureblood ideals has just attacked a party full of the best blood indiscriminately. Lucius feels differently.

Though he is telling anyone that asks him that he understands why the Dark Lord has done what he did, he is furious for putting so many purebloods in danger. There are few families who can boast about the purity of their line, and all of them were attending that function. Lucius can’t help but think that Lord Voldemort should have thought the assassination a bit further. However, to everyone else he gives a small, knowing smirk before assuring them that if the Dark Lord had tipped the Death Eaters off it would have looked suspicious. He almost believes what he says.

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Lost in the Night || Barty & Lucius

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"The wall in the rear garden is broken, we could get out that way." Barty said in a hurried tone turning on his heels to make for the back of the building. "Have you seen any of your people?" It was a short and not exactly specific question but he hoped the other knew what he meant.

Shifting debris out of his way as they went along Barty continued to look for anyone he deemed important enough to worry about. "This just goes to show they should have taken more time in Defense Against the Dark Arts." The younger Crouch shook his head with a huff. Stepping out into the gardens he looked around green eyes scanning the walls. "Just there." He pointed. "It’s going to be a tight squeeze."

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Lucius was quite suddenly glad that Barty had spent some time away from the party. Where the blond had had to socialize, Barty had been free to explore the grounds of the minister's house Lucius had knowledge of the general garden area and the small secluded area where Andromeda had helped him get rid of the spill on his jacket. He was grateful for the help for once, though he supposes if he wasn't thankful to someone who had just helped him escape a giant he would truly be as heartless as everyone said. The question had Lucius shrugging. "Everyone was here. I won't waste my time looking for anyone." Except his father.

The Malfoy heir narrowed his eyes as he searched for the opening Barty had mentioned. It looked a bit too tight to squeeze through without getting everything wrinkled, but he supposed it was too late to worry about appearances. Lucius glanced back to where the giants were still tearing people in half and crushing them underfoot. "I need to go look for my father. You should go, get somewhere safe and send an owl to the manor when you arrive."

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What doesn't kill you makes you stronger || Narcissa & Lucius

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It was easier to get there than she had expected, if Cissa would be honest. Aside from avoiding that things and spells hit them, while Lucius opened the path for getting to his father, there wasn’t much to bother. It was all destruction and despair, everywhere one looked - but she wasn’t bothered with it. Walking among the rabble while there was giants after them - that made her bothered. 

Getting to Abraxas, Narcissa couldn’t help but be amused. He slayed a giant right before their eyes - and with such manners, such confidence, as if it was something simple. Nothing more than routine. Amusing as he was, it was a giant less, but there were others still. It wasn’t the only giant dead by now, she noticed, but that only seemed to make the living ones more vicious and bloodthirsty. She was perfectly aware that even her could not look lovely then - she wasn’t sure anyone could look lovely covered in sweat and blood, wearing a ruined dress. And even then, in the middle of the havoc, he was a perfect gentleman. Even Narcissa, cold as she was, wasn’t able to be completely not bother at all with the situation they were in. He had to be completely heartless, to be like that, or amusingly insane. It wasn’t a critic, coming from her, though. Feelings only got in the way, and if he was in a level he had none of them, Abraxas Malfoy only had her admiration.

Wearing her politeness once again, she managed to smile and say “Thank you very much.” before he offered his arm and she took it. The change in Lucius behavior didn’t pass unnoticed, but she said nothing about it. While the older Malfoy seemed to be exultant, his son was quiet and dark. “I hope you don’t intend to kill another of them - or that you do want to kill them all, because its quite past time to leave, in my opinion.” This, however, was someone she had to be a bit more careful with her actions. Demands here would get her nowhere, and fully aware of the surroundings and of how any more minute there was dangerous, she waited for the older man to take the lead.

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Lucius said nothing as Abraxas started walking in the direction Narcissa had suggested they should run off towards a few minutes ago. Abraxas leaned on his cane every other step, occasionally pointing to an obstruction with it to move it away. The snake head at the very top was part of his wand, and he had had it crafted specially for him. The can had cost an exorbitant amount of money, but it helped him move so much faster in situations such as these. The younger man walked beside them, protecting them from spells and flying debris whenever they got too close, and it was not long before they reached the edge of the gardens. 

Abraxas turned to Narcissa, polite smile on his face as he patted her hand. "Will you be coming back to the manor with us, Narcissa?" The older man's gaze did not budge from the woman. Lucius' opinion in this did not matter. "A servant will draw a bath so you may clean up before going back to your parents, if you so wish." Of course it was polite to offer, but Lucius had the slightest feeling she was going to decline his father's offer. After all, she had seemed to be seething with rage at not knowing about the Dark Lord's attack. And if she cared for anyone in her family, she may decide to check in with them before changing out of her now tattered dress.

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Lost in the Night || Barty & Lucius

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Barty’s gaze shot over eyeing Lucius thankfully. “Yes, just a stray spell.” The man groaned wiping the blood away from his nose. "This fellow took me by surprise" Barty said shaking his head with a sigh, eyes darting around to assess the situation. "Thanks, Lucius." He nodded; "Despite logic I was hoping to find my father in the mix of this mess. But he seems to have fled already." The man grumbled running his hand over his hair in frustration.

"I think we should move." He said in a hushed tone as the giant finally started to find its way out of the curtain, slowly he moved his way behind it hoping to avoid another attack. The sound of wood snapping shook him from that reality, as the curtain rod snapped under the giants weight. Taking the broken wooden poll the giant turned angrily bringing the wood down roughly in Barty’s direction. "Aresto Momentum!" he called out raising his wand to meet the attack stopping it in it’s tracks.

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Lucius wasn't much of a helpful person. He had servants and people who were afraid of him that could do anything he did not enjoy, but in this particular case he was glad he had paid attention in Defense Against the Dark Arts. Of course, what they taught at Hogwarts was pretty harmless compared to what his father had paid a tutor for him to learn, but there was no using cursed objects to deal with a being that's ten feet tall and raging mad. At the mention of Barty's father, Lucius looked around once more to find his own. Still nowhere in sight. He sighed before nodding sharply in Crouch's direction.

He set off in a direction that seemed to be unaffected by the giants as of yet. Debris littered the previously extravagant gardens and Lucius was finding rather difficult to find his way out of the enormous grounds. He barely made it twenty feet before the same giant that had attacked Barty started swinging around the curtain pole once more. Lucius instinctively raised his arms as splinters rained down on them. He haphazardly sent a firestorm spell in the giant's direction, hoping to at least scorch its clothes and distract it long enough for them to find a way to escape.

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What doesn't kill you makes you stronger || Narcissa & Lucius

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She was surprised at Lucius. He hadn’t backed down the slightest bit, having her wrath so close to be unleashed at him, but not only that, he dared to use a tone of threat. Cissa couldn’t deny that wasn’t all bad - she’d hate to spend her life married to some fearful brat that would tremble whenever she glared at him. Still, it was far from all good. He should at least respect her more - if he didn’t at all, he’d have cursed her already, the woman was quite sure, but it wasn’t enough. If he dared to have threaten in his voice, he had a few things to learn - had he been someone else, he’d be just another dead body by now. ”Well, you’re lucky your my -” Her answer got lost, as the giants got closer. There was no time for useless arguments now. It was time to move, and they should be working together for getting out of there, not losing precious time due to heated tempers.

His father. Looking to the crowd, searching for the man, she could locate Abraxas Malfoy after a few moments, among the see of people. No, no, no. It was too risky to go there, it was exactly where the giants would seek to attack. They followed the crowd, and Lucius wanted to go directly there. If it was her father, Narcissa would have left the man with no regrets - she had barely ever seen the man her whole life, so dead or alive, what difference would it make? - so she was unable to understand why her fiancé cared so much. But the thought of letting Lucius go alone, and letting him die there - she simply couldn’t let it happen. 

She saw concern in his eyes, and maybe she could understand a little bit - if she had seen Dromeda or Bella, then, she’d have gone to them, tried to get them to safety, without hesitation. The blonde didn’t try to stop him. It was stupid, so ridiculously stupid to run to become a target, but she had to, even if he had not asked her to do so. “We get to him and then out of the crowd, otherwise we’re all dead.” They probably already were, getting in the middle of desperate people like that, but she started pulling him along as she went towards the crowd anyway - if they wanted to have any chance, it had to be done quickly, and stopping wouldn’t help at all. 

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He would regret speaking to her so crudely later, he was sure, but Lucius found it difficult to believe that Narcissa had not been involved in this plot. Lord Voldemort surely thought that the fair-haired Black daughter would be able to hold her own against worthy opponents. She had surely done so, and while that may have been admirable, Lucius did not take he words kindly. Most Death Eaters had been present this evening, and judging by the amount of bodies strewn about, some had to have been on their side.

Lucius nodded at Narcissa, accepting her wisdom on that part of the plan.  Malfoy wasn't stupid, he knew that walking into the crowd was asking for a broken bone or certain death, but to have his father die andeave the weight of the Malfoy legacy on his shoulder was more frightening than giants. The blond man moved with precision, trusting Narcissa to protect herself as he cleared the way for them. Spells flew out of his wand as he moved both people and debris from their path towards Abraxas. Needless to say, the giants' destruction encompassed the totality of the gardens, and more were making their way to the house, no doubt ordered by the Dark Lord to leave nothing unharmed.

Abraxas had his arm raised, laughing as he twirled his arm around, wrapping a rope around a giant's neck as if there was nothing more entertaining. It was not until he saw his son and Narcissa that he ended the incantation and turned away from the monster just as the life left it. "Lucius." He nodded to his son. "Narcissa, you look lovely. Shame about the party, of course." Abraxas cleared his throat before offering his arm to the woman. Lucius took a step back almost automatically. "It is about time to leave, is it not?" Lucius could not tell what his father was trying to achieve, but it was obvious killing a giant had greatly improved his mood. He raised an eyebrow but remained silent, unwilling to say anything that might change his father's temperament.

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Lost in the Night || Barty & Lucius

Barty had ventured out into the garden when it all started, seeking a familiar face to make the requirements of the evening seem less necessary. The retreat was short lived, out of no where the sounds of screams and thundering crashes could be heard from inside. The people who stumbled past him scurrying as fast as they could manage, all crying out in terror. "Voldemort…giants!!" At least that was the small portion of the information Barty was picking up as he eyed them.

Fighting thought he panic of the crowd as the scurried anyway they could to avoid the pain and chaos as it washed though the building. He should have just left, fled like everyone else Barty didn’t even like the man anyway but it seemed inhuman even for him to leave his father behind. Carrying with him a sense of urgency, eyeing each passerby searching their faces Barty shot through the background ducking and dodging oncoming attacks. But when the boy reached the far wall with the man still no where in sight he looked around frantically.

'I have you get out of here.' He thought in a short panic as a blast from a near by wand burst out knocking him back roughly against the wall, missing it’s target. Green eyes peered up in surprise at the giant that stood before him, pulling his wand up to meet it as it swung.

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One giant defeated with still so many more roaming around, and yet Lucius felt completely exhausted. Using so much magic trying to protect himself and help Alice kill one of the monsters was more tiring than anything he had put himself through in the past year. The Malfoy heir stumbled before catching himself on a table. There was no leaving this place until he found Abraxas. The man may think he son was disappointment in every way, but he was his only family. 

Lucius lifted his head, resigned to find the older man one way or another. So little time had passed but the destruction was unbelievable. Walls were crumbled, roses were crushed and every single table was being thrown in one direction or another. The Malfoy heir took a moment to press his hand against his forehead, regaining his bearings before setting off to find his father once more. However, Lucius was met with as much luck as he had had the rest of the night.What he did was one of his friends about to get obliterated by a giant. Lucius did not even have time to swear before running in his direction, wand out. "Diffindo!" He shouted before a red light shot out of the tip of his wand. The curtain that had been hanging over the giant fell, and though it was far from defeated, it was now occupied with removing the fabric from its head. 

"Barty. You alright?"

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What doesn't kill you makes you stronger || Narcissa & Lucius

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“Let me go." She said again, ignoring his question, and it wasn’t an ask - it was an order. He had asked the wrong question - Narcissa was already furious enough with being left out, her blood boiling with the heat of anger. The Dark Lord had not warned her or Alecto of his plans of declaring war, but this part seemed little if placed beside the part he didn’t warn them about the fucking giants. Of course everyone would expect the two of them of being aware of the whole thing. Voldemort had not only made her angry, the situation would be annoying - people would talk, doubt her worthiness now that apparently she wasn’t worth knowing something like that. She’d shut anyone who’d say so - forever, most likely - so they wouldn’t forget who they were talking about, but the damage had been done already.

Anyone with some sense would have been afraid of her then, as she glared at Lucius. Not cold like it would be most likely of her, commonly, but just the opposite, heated, burning with fury. “If you think I’d be here still if I knew, you’re just stupid.” Those were not the kind of words she had ever used with him - usually she’d not only be polite, but most likely kind. Honestly, though, right now she couldn’t care less for being polite to her husband to be. What kind of idiot would have been there, waiting for it, knowing it would happen? Well, she most certainly wouldn’t. 

Still, it was Lucius. And although she had not looked for him - Merlin, she hadn’t looked even for her sisters, and they’d come first place anytime -, he had found her, and now Cissa was unable to just leave him behind. The things were getting closer, and tables and trees and people’s corpses - or parts of it - were being thrown all around the place. They needed to move to somewhere secure, and they needed to do so quickly. She intended to marry him, most certainly not die with him before the marriage though. They had to get to safety, now. Here was still not enough to apparate - and the monsters were getting closer. It was her turn to reach for his arm, with a firm grip, and probably digging her nails in him in a hurtful way, but not even aware of it in the middle of it all, her adrenaline running high. “We need to go. They’ll follow the crowd, we’ll go to the other side.” The woman tried to pull him along, in the direction she had said, and he did gave a few steps - and then stopped, before going to the wrong direction. Even then, there wasn’t even a hint of despair in her voice when she talked again. What the hell was he thinking? If Lucius wanted to die, if he’d dive into suicide, she would not follow him in it. She would not die. He couldn’t lose his mind now. ”Lucius, what the hell are you doing? That’s the wrong way.”

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Narcissa's anger didn't do much for Lucius. He had dealt with his fair share of cross people throughout his life, and just because Narcissa would become his wife did not give her the freedom to think his life was something tho be thrown away. He was the only heir to the Malfoy fortune, and if he died, so would the line. The wizarding world would have seen the loss of one of the purest blood lines left. Narcissa had two sisters and a smattering of cousins. The Malfoys did not have that liberty. And so, Lucius did not let go of her arm when she asked once more, though he did loosen his grip because of her position with the Dark Lord.

Lucius had never seen her with such fury in her eyes  but he did not back down. He was a Malfoy, even if sometimes he felt like he didn't deserve it. His own emotions were overpowering his lack of confidence. Her reassurance of her lack of knowledge did very little to calm his temper. "You are lucky you are none other than Narcissa Black." Lucius murmured, and unsaid threat clear in his voice. Had she been anyone else, she would have experienced the full force of a curse of his choosing. Malfoy released her but before they could argue any further, the threat became even closer. They need to move. Now.

Lucius was quick to forget their small altercation as she led them to a safer spot. They would need to apparate as soon as they left the gardens, but Lucius couldn't leave just yet. He would escort her to a safe point before returning to look for his father. His father. He had just seen him. Malfoy stopped and narrowed his eyes as he scanned the crowd. There he was, covered in blood but still utterly recognizable by his unique strut. The blond heir stopped before waling in that direction, too preoccupied to notice that Narcissa might have still been holding onto his arm. "My father." He said simply, concern flashing in his eyes for a brief moment as he looked back to his fiancée. "I have to make sure he arrives back at the manor safely."

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It All Comes Crashing Down || Alice & Lucius

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Alice was not some flower. And dress be damned, she was a fighter through and through, time had made sure of that. Her dress was already stained with blood and dirt and grime and torn at the hem and, she wouldn’t be surprised if it was elsewhere as well. But it was literally the furthest thing from her mind, especially when he so flippantly dismissed her and Alice couldn’t help but roll her eyes. Even in the midst of battle, Malfoy was a stuck up git. She didn’t dwell on this, though, before another table was thrown their way and she was done with it all. Alice let out a spell, practice and precision, knowing that hitting the giant directly was useless but other things could be effective.

She focused her magic on the debris littering the ballroom floor, lifting it and then, at once, flinging it at the giant, smashing the pieces into it’s face and causing it to stumble. Alice directed her next curse right above it’s head before speaking, “Expulso!” causing it to explode, showering the heavy concrete fragments atop it’s head. The giant stumbled and Alice repeated the curse, causing another explosion and another in rapid succession. If magic couldn’t directly affect the giant, then this definitely could. They needed just a bit more for the monster to come crashing down where it would be easier to deal a final blow. 

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Lucius could very well leave her here to die, just let her continue fighting the giants and go to look for his father, but the man knew that he would be much more sucessful if he had one ess giant to worry about. And so as she continued to make things near the monster's head explode, Malfoy worried about the things near its feet. There were dozens of people running away, trying to find an exit from the unfamiliar gardens, something that made his job much harder. Teeth clenched together, Lucius concentrated on not hitting anything that might be holding a wand.

Later, Lucius would say it was pure chance that the wife of the man that had spilled his drink had walked by just as he had cast his spell, but it would be obvious to anyone watching that it seemed to be carefully calculated. "Bombarda maxima!" A burst of magic left his wand, and the gorgeous statue that had been not five feet away from the giant's foot suddenly exploded. A particularly large piece had embedded itself in the soft underside of the monster's knee, causing it to let out a painful howl. Lucius winced at the volume before looking over to the woman beside him, silently asking if she had any sort of plan now that the giant was seconds away from toppling to the floor.

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What doesn't kill you makes you stronger || Open

Narcissa ran - as anyone who wanted to keep living did.

Not lost and confused and messy like most people were doing, but there was no way to completely get away from the crowd - and honestly, there was no time to stop and think about something elaborated as well, not when eight enormous monster that had just torn the Minister in half where chasing all of them - and splitting up who knows how many more. 

She would.

 She would know it after, when they were gone and people counted the losses, because she wouldn’t be one of them. She’d live, and she’d do anything to do so. Including pushing several people out of her way, knowing that once they’ve fallen, they were as good as dead. She didn’t care. Her life was more important. 

Her wand was in her hand, ready to take anyone out of her way, ready to take her somewhere else as soon as she had distance enough to be safe and apparate. It was a terrible plan - so many things could go wrong, fatally wrong -, but at least she had one - throwing other people at the giants, running away from them, and in a different direction of the biggest part of the crowd. They’d follow the herd of screaming, desperate sheep, not one person or two. And then she’d be at a safe distance and live. She didn’t know where Andromeda or Bella - or Lucius, she couldn’t help but think, even for a moment, as well - could be, but she was sure they could survive as well. There was no point in looking for anyone now, and even if she wanted, she hardly believed anyone would be able to find anything there. They wouldn’t be one of those dead bodies. They’d live, like she would.

She had to believe it.

It wasn’t in her plan, however, to have someone, in they’re own desperate run, to clung to her arm, with a grip firm enough to don’t let her just shove them aside. “What the hell are you doing?” It would slow her down. She couldn’t slow down. She kept running though, as much as she could that way. “Let me go, we’ll both die like that.”

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Lucius doubted anyone could read the emotion in his eyes. To anyone who is looking, the heir to the Malfoy fortune would simply look frustrated and alert, but rage was boiling beneath his skin. The tattoo that burned the inside of his forearm had done nothing to protect him of the dangers of the giants. All he could do was run and try to keep himself alive. It had served him no purpose in the face of near death, and event caused directly by the man he had sworn loyalty. There had been no difference between mudblood and pureblood; something that made Malfoy's stomach roil with disappointment so intense he was having a hard time controlling himself. 

After running into Alice, Lucius had decided he would not fight any longer. Getting out of that horrendous place was his goal now, immediately following the moment he found his father. However, he was not having much luck finding the familiar head of white-blond hair. It was too difficult to guess where he might have been the moment the minister gave his speech. He could have stayed to listen to the puppet, or he could have slipped into the shadows to talk business with one of his many associates. In fact, the man could have left already as well. All Lucius knew was that Abraxas had arrived about an hour before the minister stepped onto the podium, and he hadn't seen the man since then.

A flash of fair-colored hair whipped by a few feet from where he was standing, and suddenly that anger had an outlet. His legs only required a couple of strides to reach his future bride. The strength with which he gripped her arm was not entirely thought out. Perhaps if he had not almost been killed by giants he would be more gentle, but he was face to face with one of the Dark Lord's perfect princesses. Surely she had known about this attack, and Lucius found it quite rude that she had not thought him worthy of such information. They were not married yet; she would not get any of his money if he was dead before they said their vows. 

"Did you know about this?" His voice was cold and demanding, a tone he had never used with her and his features were set into stone as he stared at her, completely impassive save for the fire that burned just under the cool grey tones of his irises.

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It All Comes Crashing Down || Alice & Lucius

It happened too fast and she cursed herself for not being more prepared. Of course she’d anticipated that something would happened, it would be foolish not to but all of this. Bloody hell. Alice’s first thoughts after seeing the minister killed were of Frank and she scanned the crowd of panicking people for him. It was chaos but as soon as she spotted him, she let out the smallest breath. If she’d been another woman, she might have gone over, made sure he was safe. But she wasn’t. And she couldn’t have been if she wanted to because a moment later that were was a crash mere feet from her, a table thrown by a giant.

Alice gripped her wand, jumping into action, looking for other members of the Order, dodging a giant’s footfall before one landed too close for comfort, propelling her forward to her knees as her foot caught on her gown and she let out a curse. Catching herself on shattered glass, she ignored the feeling of shards digging into her palms when she spotted a familiar face not two feet away.

At the same exact moment, one of the giants ripped out one of the giant chandeliers, sparks going as he sent it flying in their very direction and Alice’s reaction was immediate, her brain weighing the options within a split-second. Clutching her wand she lifted it, shouting, "Reducto!" The chandelier exploded in mid-air, raining down minuscule pieces of debris now, instead of an enormous fixture. She ignored the small cuts to her face and scrambled up, looking over at them before another table came flying. Alice grabbed their arm, tugging them down as she cast the spell again, the table disintegrate in mid-air. Exhaling for only a second, she looked at them, “Are you alright?” She wouldn’t have ordinarily asked, not in a situation like this but she was angry at herself for not seeing it coming completely. It didn’t matter what side they were on, Voldemort had targeted them all.

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Lucius clenched his jaw when he saw the patronus. He didn't know what the Dark Lord was thinking, but it was obvious to Lucius that he didn't particularly care who lived and who died in this situation. Killing the minister was going to echo throughout the pureblood families. The only way his father was going to be happy about this entire ordeal was if the next minister could be bought just as easily as the previous one had been. While Abraxas was retired from politics, he enjoyed power, and he had had that with the now deceased minister.

Frankly, his first reaction to seeing the minister dead was to sigh. Lucius had not anticipated this sort of attack, and he certainly thought his future wife would have had the decency to let him know before the giant spilled the minister's blood all over his recently charmed suit. Unfortunately, he had little time to think of the expensive fabric when the giants were quite literally casting a shadow over the party. He cursed loudly before extracting his wand from his pocket and looking around one last time to see if his father had made an appearance, and more importantly, if he was in danger.

Lucius did not have much time to think before he heard the sound of an explosion just above him. He looked up just as the glass was falling. Small lines of fire erupted over his cheeks and forehead, but the an paid them no mind as none other than Alice Fortescue tugged on his arm. He would have growled angrily just for the rudeness if she had not just saved his life. "Glad I'm not wearing a dress." He said with a bit more cruelty in his tone than she may deserve. Despite his words, Lucius quickly shrugged out of his jacket before raising his wand once more, throwing a silent curse towards the giant that was nearest to them before remembering they were exceptionally resistant to magic. "You should leave, Miss Fortescue." His words were curt as he decided to return the giants the favor of having a table thrown at them.

[cesbeautes-blog]

Mr. Muse - Boyd Holbrook.

[bloodredduke]

Whistling as he walked between the trees, their tall branches towering him and keeping him in the shadows, William could have sworn that he’d heard someone curse and a familiar voice at that. He stopped whistling that melody people associated him with, and looked around. Ah, this way.  This is not what he expected to find. Now, God knows what went through Lucius’ head, but he had to be furious to act that way. Wolf-whistling at the sight, which probably would infuriate him further more, Mulciber stepped out of the shadow and gave the Malfoy heir a concerned look. You knew that you’d reached a bad level of weird if even William looked concerned at that point. “Do you need a hand with that?” He asked with a toothy smile as he took out his wand, turning a branch into a coat peg. Transfiguration had always amused him, but spells on the other hand, he only learned them if he found them useful.

[optimasx-blog]

Lucius did not think to keep his wits about him as he fussed over hi ruined jacket, a particularly stupid thing to do when he was surrounded by members of the Order of the Phoenix. The whistling and the subsequent cessation did not even register with the blond pureblood. He only noticed the fellow Death Eater when his whistle came louder, closer than he would have expected.

Almost on instinct, the Malfoy heir reached into his jacket, his fingertips brushing against the smooth wood of his wand, prepared to hex until he caught sight of Mulciber. His hand twitched and the muscle in his jaw jumped, but he dropped his hand from his wand and hung the jacket carelessly on the transfigured branch. "I wouldn't put it past you to know household spells. That is the only way you could possibly help me." Lucius was angry, and though he had been taught to act politely, his mind was elsewhere. His cruel nature emerged so easily when he was cross.

[andromeblack]

"Sweet of you." The sarcasm came naturally to her as she watched him take the jacket. Every movement was so very Malfoy, as if he was modeled from clay by the pureblood society… which Andie assumed was something he aimed to be. No wonder Druella Black had been so thrilled she’d landed one of her daughters the engagement. If the Blacks weren’t powerful enough, a union with Malfoys would solidify everyone’s positions. Half the ministry was pocketed by each family, total control was inevitable. In fact, it was the goal. Mentioning the accident, Andromeda scoffed. The muggleborn that stumbled into him was going to have one hell of a story. “I expected better alcohol but here we are.” The high society found these events to be viewed as chores in comparison to pleasure. Too many half bloods and muggleborns spent their savings on gaudy dress, only to look ridiculous as opposed to impressive. “I’ve been suffocating from small chat for the past hour, of course I want to leave.” With a nodded, the brunette took another sip. “In fact, I’m planning on disappearing the moment the Minister’s tries to make some sad little speech about how proud he is of our ‘wizarding accomplishments’.”

[optimasx-blog]

Lucius let himself roll his eyes at the sarcasm in her tone, practically dripping with it as the words left her lips. Sweet was never a term that had been applied to him, at least, not that he remembered. It may have happened when he was still a baby, but then again he couldn't imagine anyone telling his parents what a sweet child they had. He finished buttoning the button on his jacket as Andromeda scoffed. A smirk painted his features at the comment about the alcohol. "You would think that the minister would have better taste." He murmured easily. The partied hosted at Malfoy manner would have drinks that often escalated to the cost of a few thousand galleons. Then again, he doubted the minister was as comfortable as he was; very few families were.

Even then, Lucius could not help but let his gaze drift across the room, idly searching for a head of long blonde hair similar to his. Lucius looked a bit more like his mother than his father, but their hair color was identical, the only difference being that the eldest Malfoy kept it longer and tied back. "Perhaps if you sigh as you leave the minister will cut his speech shorter. it would be a great favor for those of us that will have to stay."

[andromeblack]

"That’s disappointing." Andromeda muttered, looking at the blond. She wasn’t his biggest fan, not the slightest, but at least Lucius exhibited no outward reason to dislike him besides the engagement. Unlike Bella’s fiance. That situation was a whole other can of worms. Eying the jacket, she couldn’t help but smirk. Who had been the poor, unfortunate soul that caused that mess… and were they still alive and breathing? Andromeda took a step forward. "I do… but then I wouldn’t get to see the drowning spectacle." She said, more amused than anything else. Reaching out to touch the fabric, she pulled her wand out. Tergeo. The alcohol seeped down, dripping onto the ground. In turn, the clothing dried out- problem solved. “So, who was the idiot who bumped into you?” Andromeda never actually held a proper conversation with Lucius, she didn’t want to be one of those in-laws.

[optimasx-blog]

Lucius raised an eyebrow but said nothing else. The problem with his clothing was dire enough for him to sit on the edge of a stone planter as she took it from his hands. The quiet drips of the liquid dropping from the fabric was the most beautiful thing he'd heard all night. He would never admit to it, but he was both curious as to how she had learned such a spell and impressed that she was so well-prepared. "I'm sure I could arrange a murder to please a future sister-in-law." The blond muttered without much commitment. He was fairly sure no one would miss a mudblood or five. Shrugging the jacket back on, he made sure everything was in place before speaking again. "A filty, dirt-veined mudblood. What else could you expect from this dreadful party?" Lucius was almost regretting not having cursed him, but he couldn't be seen doing such a thing in the middle of a party. Instead he had spoken to one of the security wizards and had the man escorted out by the neck of his cheap robes. "Are you as eager to leave as I am?"

[rodolphus-b-lestrange]

Overall, this party wasn’t to anyone’s liking, even the purebloods, like Lucius, who thrived in this setting. With the order members and the death eaters, blood purists and mudbloods, nobody could really relax.

Rod gave a commiserating smile. “Tell me about it. I’ll be happy when this night is over. Not one of the Minister’s finer ideas.” Not that any of the Minister’s ideas ever were these days.

[optimasx-blog]

Lucius huffed and picked off a piece of lint from his robes. It was amazing the amount of cheap fabric this event was housing. Honestly, the thread count on most of the garments the ravel was wearing was downright shameful. "Why are you staying? Wouldn't it be easier for you to just leave?" His comment was not meant to indirectly suggest him to leave, but there was no friendliness in his questions. 

If he were to be honest, Lucius wished he had the freedom to leave this event and spend the rest of his evening where even halfbloods could not enter. Of course, if he disappeared now his father would find a way to be disappointed in him. There was never any pleasing his father, and so staying with the woman he was going to marry seemed like the best choice for now.

[andromeblack]

Parties like this never suited Andromeda’s tastes. She lived for excitement, and if she was honest, a bit more grit than your average black tie affair. It wasn’t a surprise she was keeping her distance from the crowd. Historically, whether it was a Black gala or a ministry one, Andromeda would take to the alcohol and then disappear into the night to find something more interesting. Of course her mother disapproved. She was supposed to mingling, getting her claws into a male from a good family… but here she was walking about the grounds instead. The garden was gorgeous, its mix of statues and shaped hedges bridging on pretentious. Andromeda looked about, her eyes stopping on a blond figure. Lucius? She’d assumed he was hanging onto Narcissa’s arm somewhere inside, playing the part of perfect fiance. Clearly that wasn’t the case. “If you’re trying to strip, I hardly think the Garden is the place for that, Lucius.” Andie gestured to the coat, raising an eyebrow.

[optimasx-blog]

Lucius wasn't quite exasperated yet, but he was not so tranquil to have a conversation with one of Narcissa's sisters without there being some small amount of animosity. He didn't dislike them, but he had a feeling their protectiveness over their fair-haired sibling would be quite annoying. Aside from that, all three sisters had strong personalities Lucius couldn't use to his advantage using his usual methods. Despite all these reasons, Lucius turned and offered Andromeda a polite nod as greeting. "I hardly think anyone will be stripping at this hour." The blond wizard held up his coat and frowned at it, as if his glower would make the alcohol magically evaporate from the costly fabric. "You wouldn't happen to know any spells to help with this, would you? I think I would rather drown myself in the fountain than look for a house elf."