luci foy:
For someone as easy to recognize as Lucius Malfoy, masquerade balls were of no use. Hair as pale blonde as his wasn’t hard to spot, and if that wasn’t a giveaway the heterochromia in his eyes would do it. Both annoyed and amused by that idea, he turned to the person next to him, whoever they were. “I think it’s great that the school is putting in so much effort for a ball like this, but in my opinion the masks were a bit too much.” And that was coming from someone who was used to this kind of setting. “Then again, it’s not for too long so I probably shouldn’t complain. The hall looks great, right?”
‘—— masks were SUFFOCATING. mulciber had yet to undergo a positive experience when it came to shielding his face ; he preferred others to see him, privacy damned. being so ( OPEN ) was never a good thing & for someone in his position, it seemed almost comical. [ his father had gifted him a hand-me-down ᵈᵉᵃᵗʰ ᵉᵃᵗᵉʳ mask the prior holiday, which he dreaded to look upon. ] the presence of lucius ( & his vain attempt at covering up ) was a novelty & welcomed with open arms. ❝ never thought i’d hear the day where you complain about something being ‘A BIT TOO MUCH’—then again, i’m not too good at listening... you masked ‘stranger’. ❞










