#lmalfoy

[bartycrouchjunior]

Dated: 26 January, 1979 Location: Buttons and Bows; Hogsmeade @narcissablack-x​ , @ccnqueror​

“Cissa, what do you think of this one?” Barty asked, tilting his head as his eyes skimmed over the edges of a rack of robes. His gaze broke away from the display at the familiar flash of blonde across the room. He tried to mask the smile that threatened to escape onto his lips.

“Lucius. It’s nice to see you.” This was a lie. “Are you here alone?”

@ccnqueror​

[notyourlittleprincesa]

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✌ - Drunk/drugged text

Alecto 22:35- Hey Lu you know what’s cream and gold and soft as satin? 

Alecto 22:36- I’ll give you a hint the answer has hardly left my flat.

Alecto 22:40- How’s America? Bored everything over there to death already?

[thelionwolf]

Lucius Malfoy: OPEN (apply)

Career: High-ranking Ministry Official Faction: Death Eaters DOB: 24 March 1954

Vermiculus Incipiens:                    A CRIMSON BEGINNING.

The year is 1979. The magical community in the United Kingdom has been fighting a threat from the shadows for over a year now, as the Dark Lord Voldemort grows ever more powerful. His followers, the Death Eaters, wreak havoc at his behest, striking fear into even the bravest of hearts. But there are those who refuse to give into the darkness. Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts, leads the Order of the Phoenix, a secret society of courageous witches and wizards determined to battle back against Voldemort’s forces. The First Wizarding War was never cut and dry, though. Each side comprised of more than simple heroes and villains. They were people, who lived and loved and fought and died. Each had a life and each had a story. What side will you pick and whose story will you tell?

[pearls-liaison-blog]

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UM WHEN THE FUCK DID YOU SEND ME THIS GURL? ILY 5EVER

[ufdailyprophet-blog]

Date: 12 August 1979 Section: Societal Updates

Wedding Bells

“...The merger of two prominent pureblood families is set to take place as Cygnus and Druella Black (née Rosier) prepare to solidify their youngest daughter’s hand in marriage to Lucius Malfoy, only son and acting heir of Abraxas Malfoy and his wife Camilla.  After years of preparation, the match is set to go forward in an exclusive afternoon ceremony this weekend. The guest list is dotted by high-ranking purebloods, international guests and several strategically-placed members from within the ministry and high society. Security at the event is said to be “airtight”, according to a source on the event planning team, given the current political climate. The prophet is expecting to lay claim to a spread of photos from the event that will run in the next issue and will...”

Dress Code: Afternoon lounge style; suits instead of tuxedos; white-attire required for all guests and plus-ones (inspiration point: the Hampton’s Party episode of Gossip Girl)

Guest list:

(note one: the Auror department has been contracted in the security interest of this event; therefore only those included on the guest list will be eligible to attend both the ceremony and reception– however, gifts are welcomed from all)

(note two: this list was made up of taken characters only; characters that are currently open may be assumed to have been there, if likely, in order to suit hypothetical plotting needs)

Philip Wilkes Alecto Carrow Amycus Carrow Bellatrix Lestrange Brice Montgomery Evan Rosier Rabastan Lestrange Vincent Avery Clara Tarasova Evangeline Macmillan Rita Skeeter Emma Vanity

OOC Information:

The event will take place from Friday, March 27th through Sunday, March 29th; after midnight on the 30th, no new starters will be permitted

Please tag all starters UFLucissa

Amanda and Maisy are currently working on a joint para that will be posted sometime this weekend, with further detail about the wedding itself

[thelionwolf]

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WHO OF US IS:Older? yours/mineTaller? yours/mineRicher? yours/mineNeater? yours/mineNicer? yours/mineSmarter? yours/mineFunnier? yours/mine

ａｄｖａｎｃｅｄ:

Who is a better friend? yours/mineWho lies the most? yours/mineWho swears the most? yours/mineWho reads more? yours/mineWho is more creative? yours/mineWho is more troubled? yours/mineWho has better morals? yours/mine

[the-bellis-perennis]

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my character’s private thoughts about your character

Daisy only knows of the Malfoys by reputation, but what she does know, she doesn't like. Idly rich, skating by on his name and heritage and prejudice against those who weren't born with a silver spoon in their mouth. No thanks. 

[ameliasashes]

♦: Slow dancing

Christmas, 1977

Ministry parties were not something Amelia particularly enjoyed, but they had become a necessary evil. While she’d always been friendly, she’d never enjoyed schmoozing or seeing her coworkers in various, embarrassing states of drunkenness. Tonight was no different.

The party was lovely, of course, but her heart wasn’t in it.

Tiny house elves roamed the room like walking tables, carrying trays of champagne and hors d’oeuvres over their heads. Fairy lights winked and danced in the bushes and fantastically decorated christmas trees lined the walls. Her spirits should have been soaring, but the party made her miss her family and Christmases back at Hogwarts. The people here were more concerned with networking and getting ahead than the true spirit of the holiday which was why she’d spent most of the night standing off to the side and simply watching the ebb and flow of the party in front of her. 

"Not enjoying yourself, Miss Bones?"

The silky voice behind her made her jump and whirl around, her hand clutching at her throat. “Mr. Malfoy! You startled me.”

"My humble apologies, madam, I did not intend to scare you. I simply noticed you standing alone and thought it a shame," he explained. "My wife worked very hard on this event, I’d hate to think there were people who found it disappointing."

"Oh, no, it’s beautiful, honestly," Amelia replied quickly, a faint blush staining her cheeks, "Please, tell her she did a wonderful job. I’m just, uhh, a bit tired, that’s all." 

"Not too tired for a dance, I hope?"

Blue eyes widened at the hand held out to her, finding it as strange as the little smirk that lifted the corner of Lucius’s mouth. Why the devil did he want to dance with her? “Of course not, thank you for offering.” 

She gently placed her hand in his and allowed him to lead her to the dance floor, finding herself grateful for the dance lessons her mother had insisted on. Lucius was the picture of propriety as he lead her in a waltz, keeping up polite, if slightly odd, conversation the entire time. Interspersed with the questions about her family’s health and ages of her brother’s children were little remarks about her job — had she heard about the strange death near Picadilly? What did she think of the Alastor Moody? Little question slipped in so smoothly that she almost missed the fact that she was being subtly interrogated. 

By the time the song ended and they parted ways, Amelia had decided she’d stayed long enough. Slipping from the room, she didn’t see Lucius grab another flute of champagne and join the Lestranges in the opposite corner. “She knows something's up,” he informed them, “Doesn’t know what, yet, but we’ll need to watch her.”