she’d been on his mind the moment it had all started: narcissa. the fact that she was there was something that made lucius feel uncomfortable ( an emotion that was easily his least favourite ), and it’d been his goal from the beginning to find her. of course, he couldn’t do it immediately --- he could not raise suspicion among the hostages, could not risk too much, not now that there was more at risk. and so, after having spent a good amount of time playing dangerous death eater, he started moving through the people around him, eyes searching for her. when he saw her, he moved over as calmly as he could, taking his steps with great care. “it’s me,” he breathed upon reaching her, wishing to reach out and touch her --- her hands, her shoulder, her neck. “are you okay?” a pause, in which he glanced around. “there’s an empty room nearby, we can talk there properly.” // @dyiingflower