Lucius & Open Malfoy Manor, January 8 1984
The fake smile grew smaller and smaller as time went by, leaving Lucius looking relieved at not needing to play the part of gracious host for a few moments. He could navigate parties with no issues, knowing how to behave and speak from a young age. The only problem was it getting tiring after a while. One hand rested around his cane while the other brought a glass of wine to his lips. The feeling of unease was gone for mere seconds, just to come back when someone arrived on his left side.
“Is there anything I can do for you?” He quirked a brow before turning to face the intruder. The look on his face would make it clear he expected no as an answer. “We appreciate your celebrating with us.”

















