Aug 6, 2023
"You look so much like your father."
Fuck. That's... fuck.
Of all the people to say that to her, she can't think of anyone it would hit harder from. That's one tangled mess of feelings she really doesn't want anyone poking at, least of all Lucius Malfoy.
It throws her off balance, and when she reaches for something to retaliate with, all she has is her old standby - her most reliable weapon - snark.
"And you look like your family was inbred with those weird peacocks you're so obsessed with," she snaps, leveling him with a venomous glare, "Oh, I'm sorry, I thought we were being mean for no reason."
Fuck.
