Little Victories
Lucius was out in public, and he was in a good mood. It was a rare thing, but even the walking stick in his left hand- the unfortunate collateral damage of his run-in with Valerija Novak and a brick wall- didn’t dim his spirits. Narcissa was on his arm and beautiful, his treacherous ex-translator was in jail, and it wouldn’t be long until Remus Lupin was fired from his post at Hogwarts. There weren’t even any pressing international crises that he had to worry about at work.
When he caught sight of Malcolm he strode over with an uncharacteristic grin.
“Congratulations,” he said, tipping his glass in the man’s direction. “On the gala, and the recent Prophet, and your daughter. I apologize that Narcissa and I haven’t yet had time to pay our proper compliments.”
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