Lucius was leaning against the arm of the chair he was in book on his lap though he was ignoring it. Instead he was staring out of the window at the snow covered grounds. While he had been enjoying his time at home with Narcissa he hated the feeling that he had nothing he could do. He knew he was still healing but he just hated sitting around.
He knew that his nieces and son would be coming to visit at some time but he wasn't sure when. He was looking forward to seeing them again though. He missed being able to see them every day.