Lucius Abraxas Malfoy
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Lucius Abraxas Malfoy
my apologies !! I am alive, work is just in the process of fully reopening now so been so busy with meetings and preparations 😩 I'm off tomorrow doing paperwork so I'll sneak in my replies throughout the day 😂
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Don’t fret darling, there is no harm in wanting more more more–you are top priority, you are what the world is made of
Lucius: I was shocked, I assure you. As my wife will attest, I'm not a judgemental person.
Narcissa:...
Lucius: Narcissa.
Narcissa: He's really not.
Severus to Lucius probably: You love your family. It's your one redeeming quality. That and your hair.
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scorpius blinked. he’d expected his grandfather to be in quiet agreement; not to engage in legitimate conversation around the idea of mischief disguised as adventure.
❛ yes, mysteries and adventures are wonderful—in books. ❜ don’t get him wrong! scorpius would read any book on sleuthing and heroism. it just got repetitive and tiring in real life when albus continuously charged headfirst into any type of trouble he could. scorpius, like the follower he was ( and always against his better judgment ) supported his best friend in all the stuff he did. even when the stuff was stupid. especially when the stuff was stupid. scorpius needed to be there to ensure albus didn’t land himself into irreparable trouble.
still, his grandfather’s words spoke volumes. scorpius could sense some type of urgency, some type of commitment, perhaps, into promoting the wonders of adventure. then again, his grandfather was, as albus would say, a boomer. but a nice-enough boomer! a well-intentioned, if stiff and oblivious, boomer.
❛ perhaps i’m just—older than my years? ❜ scorpius asked, ❛ to disdain adventure so terribly much? ❜
he endeavoured to listen with an open mind, truly, curious as to what lead the boy to grow weary of mysteries like so, but his stance of it only enjoyable in books floored the wizard. he had just barely stopped himself from gently flicking the little space between the boy’s brows as he used to do to draco when he spouted something particularly vexing.
at the subject of age, lucius shot scorpius a purposed glare half-hearted it may be, no amount of time could ever dilute this perfected skill, “ older than your years? ” the rhetorical question came laced with sarcasm, “ you’re, what, four, aren’t you? “ of course he wasn’t, but never let it be said lucius abraxas malfoy possessed no sense of humour. “ perhaps old enough to be disillusioned at the idea of a fat, bearded man dropping presents at the manor, “ he allowed a pause to stretch, for drama, “ but to disdain adventures? “ his head shook at this, as though in complete && utter disbelief, “ simply preposterous. “
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Ironically, NARCISSA. I don’t believe his marriage to her started off too well. It’s my headcanon that although he knew Narcissa from Hogwarts and the occasional encounters at society events he didn’t really think much of her other than being ‘one of the Black girls’. He was aware of their betrothal, but the reality of it didn’t really kick in until he left Hogwarts and their wedding date loomed closer. On their actual wedding, he kept their first kiss chaste. Then on their wedding night he bid her good night and left to sleep in a different room. HIS NEW WIFE. He made a point to avoid her and keep her at arms length. I think, to some extent, he felt bitter towards her, felt robbed of someone he could love so he could marry her for duty. Eventually, though, I believe he started to grow fond of her, even more so when she started to show her inner strength. I don’t know how it started, but my Lucius apparently has a penchant for strong women, so. The day he realized he really loved this woman was when she told him she was pregnant with Draco. Right then, he knew what true happiness felt like.
What does Lucius look for in friendships and companions? Do you believe he is capable of selfless friendship?
I genuinely believe Lucius is NOT capable of selfless friendship. That isn’t to say, however, that he can’t be a genuine friend to someone. It’s just that his priority will ALWAYS be his family, himself, and his name. If he has to choose, FRIENDSHIPS will mean NOTHING.
His relationship with Severus is a true example of a very odd, very twisted, very backwards sort of friendship/relationship/arrangement. I won’t go into my headcanon on these two because that’ll take all day, but remember Dolores Umbridge’s comment, “I expected better, Lucius Malfoy always speaks most highly of you!” Lucius Abraxas Malfoy? Speaking highly of someone? I am shocked. SHOCKED.
Personally, I don’t see Lucius as the ‘guy-with-his-heart-on-his-sleeve’ type of person. I don’t believe he would just go around telling people how much he likes this guy and that guy or whatever. He spoke highly of Severus for a reason. He thought highly of Severus, of course, but saying so for the sake of just saying so? No, that’s not Lucius.
This brings us to another quote, by Sirius, “Tell me, how is Lucius Malfoy these days? I expect he’s delighted his lapdog’s working at Hogwarts, isn’t he?“ I don’t think Severus is a little puppy at his beck and call, but I do believe Lucius manipulated their friendship in a way that he instilled a sense of debt in Severus by doing advantageous things for him. Why else would Severus promise Narcissa to aid Draco? From the goodness of his heart?
As for what he looks for in a friendship/companion, it’s hard to say. Lucius was shaped by Abraxas to value himself and the Malfoy name first and foremost. I think any true friendships he’s made has been a surprise, really, unplanned. He’s just a sly bastard that can make something out of it to justify its sentimentality. Even his marriage to Narcissa. Now, this is headcanon territory because we don’t know much about their earlier relationship. As I’ve said before I don’t think he loved her at the beginning of their marriage, I believe he went into that for the sole purpose of fulfilling his familial duty. He didn’t expect to later form a friendship, respect, and love for her.
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Detachment – a late frost in April colored his Father’s words, but Draco had learned somewhere in between the first time he fell from his broom, and the last time he screamed as a curse tore through his form, that detachment could sound an awful lot like worry.
W O R R Y – a swarm of fire-ants ravaged his body in the wee hours. It’d began when he’d returned to the manor the dark lord roaming the halls. At night, alone in his bed he allowed it to consume his mind, allowed it to eat him from the inside out. Then and only then, in the stark silence of it all did he give into his worry, and there was so much of it. Worry for his mother, for his father, for himself, and even now as the world pulled itself from the unsteady apparition of war his worry remained a constant companion. But here in this flat, it all seemed to quiet, and the worry settled into the back of his mind – he could breath.
A dragonfly landed on the windowsill, wings pastel refractions of light. There was a wall between them – bricks of unspoken regret and unmet expectations, the mortar oozing shame and despair. When he was younger the wall had been easy to navigate, to climb or break through. The rewards – fleeting smiles or a firm hand on his shoulder, always just on the other side. As the years dragged on, as touch became scarce, Draco found he lacked the energy to try.
A nod and a smile, weak and weary failed to reach his eye’s as he traced the edge of his teacup. The leaves settled into an upended archway – fragmentation. Tasseography was rubbish, but the word lingered in his mind all the same.
“ Thank you for your understanding ” Voice – willow branches in the wind, aimless and meandering sent the dragonfly on it’s way. What was it he sought exactly? Was it peace? Was it direction? Was it identity? Perhaps it was all three. Perhaps it was none. A bell chimed, the door of bakery down the lane singing to the cloudless sky.
There were many things his father would never hear the end of, Draco did not plan on his continual failure being one of them.
“ I will do, ” he continued, rising from his seat. “ I’m sure mother will be ‘round herself before the weeks out – more tea? ” Draco was not naive enough to believe this would be the end of the conversation, of the pleading for his return. If it had been his mother sat across from him Draco wasn’t sure he wouldn’t already be back in his childhood bedroom, but that was neither here nor there.
understanding, lucius tried not to cringe at the word for it was not understanding that reasoned with him to drop the subject of returning to the manor. guilt && fear, more like. guilt for the tragedy ( and the lunatic ) he unleashed upon his family. fear that should he push draco further from him by forcing him to heal by his side he may never again return for good.
his head bobbed in a somewhat absent acceptance, ears listening yet mind far away elsewhere. forming the words to explain to his wife his failure to bring his son home. she had threatened him with divorce prior to his coming here and though he would like to believe she would not abandon him so he has not exactly endeared himself to her with his activities with the dark lord.
with a disillusioned son and a disappointed wife for a man so well versed in self preservation, lucius malfoy risked everything for nothing.
lucius only turned to face his son at the offer of more tea, momentarily distracting his thoughts as he pondered whether it wise to overstay his welcome. “ please “ left his lips before he could stop them, fatherly instincts overriding his logic and pride, exploiting what he could to spend as much time with draco until asked to leave “ that would be nice, draco “ for if there was one thing he gleaned from the war, without a doubt, was that these moments were precious and fleeting.
with his intent to stay made clear, the patriarch surveyed the room with mild interest so very unlike malfoy manor, yet it reflected more of his son than their ancestral home ever did. the thought pained the older wizard, and yet another ache to ponder later in the comfort of his study and a decanter of fine whiskey to make it bearable.
he returned his gaze to draco, a comely smile upon his face to herald the horror that is small talk. “ so, “ an attempt to sound casual, though so very foreign in his usual aristocratic drawl, “ what have you been busying yourself with? “ the question came with genuine curiosity, “ your mother has taken to gardening, though why she insist i should do so with her is beyond me. “ his face twisted with feigned distaste when in actuality he relished the moment spent with his wife, even if he had to spend it kneeling on bloody dirt.
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‘My Lord’, said a voice, desperate and cracked. He turned: there was Lucius Malfoy sitting in the darkest corner, ragged and still bearing the marks of the punishment he had received after the boy’s last escape. One of this eyes remained closed and puffy. ‘My Lord… please… my son…’
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❝ live in denial, if it comforts you, my dear. ❞
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“Heard a rumor that something lives in these woods, something… otherworldly.”
“Are you /trying/ to get yourself killed?!”
“Your spellwork is shoddy at best.”
“Enunciate! Don’t mumble!”
“What sort of Craft do you do?”
“You’re… you’re a witch.”
“You’re going to get caught walking around like that.”
“What a beautiful creature…”
“Please do not drop things into my cauldron.”
“They say that you’re a Fae.”
“Your eyes… you’re not human, are you?”
“What are you doing in a place like this?”
“This isn’t your natural habitat…”
“This is… impressive spellwork.”
“Oh! What beautiful enchantments!”
“Do you think you can make me one of these?”
“I’m looking for someone whom people say can brew any cure.”
“This place is cursed… I can feel it in my bones.”
“Your magic is very oppressive.”
“Supposedly there’s a dragon who dwells here. Heard anything about that?”
“Your wards and shields are pathetic.”
“Don’t be ridiculous, they’re a fairytale.”
“Magic doesn’t exist.”
“It’s probably some rabid wolves or something, not some ‘mythical creature’.”
“Ghosts aren’t real, and this place isn’t haunted!”
“Isn’t it about time you crafted your own focus?
“I’ve never seen magic quite like this.”
“Please take your wand away from my throat.”
“Is this a cure, or a poison?”
“I didn’t know this type of herb grew here.”
“Do you think someone will be willing to sell me a crystal?”
“What are you going to do? Read my palm? Tell me my fortune on a poker hand?”
“I haven’t seen a creature like that in years.”
“Excuse me, but have you seen any __ around these parts?”
“A __ you say? No, I don’t believe I have.”
“You should check the vendor down the block if you’re looking for /that/ kind of thing.”
“You do know that even possessing that is illegal here, yes?”
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‘ I’m tired of mysteries. ‘ from scorp!
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lucius tried his damnedest not to look overly offended, really he did, but his features twisted almost instantaneously. “ tired...of “ a sound, a whine almost, of indignation slipped past his voice, “...of mysteries? wh ” though lucius consciously refrained from involving himself in his grandson’s upbringing at the behest of his son and due to his own regrets at his own parenting, he was most definitely taking draco to task for this revelation from scorpius.
“ mysteries are a wonder. an adventure. “ he said almost beseechingly, though lucius himself couldn’t recall the last time he went to any adventure to unravel any mystery. still, a child should rejoice in mysteries. he had fond memories of a time when draco believed in a small animal with long ears hopping about the manor garden, leaving eggs made of sweet treats and the sheer joy in his eyes each time he found one tucked away in a bush, in the fountain, or in his mother’s roses.