MALFOY, lucius. (lightofbadfaith) wrote in an_ill_wind, @ 2009-08-14 14:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | - 1980/08 august, lucius malfoy, priscilla malfoy |
Who: Priscilla and Lucius Malfoy
What: Mother and Son bonding?
When: August 14th, 1980, after Lucius gets off of work
Where: Lucius' garden, Malfoy Manor
Rating: TBA
Status: Incomplete Thread
If it hadn't been for the fact that Rabastan had gone and gotten himself kidnapped, Lucius would have had a good week. He and Narcissa had settled on a name for their son, the nursery was coming together nicely, and to top it all, the Wizengamot had passed the Marriage Bill with only two votes against it. If that wasn't a good week he didn't know what was. Of course, that wasn't all of it. While Lucius was still a bit leary from learning that Rabastan and Narcissa had been together, if only for a snog, back in Hogwarts, Rabbit was still a friend though Lucius had no idea what had possesed him to do something so idiotic as to meet with Prewett in the first place. As it was, he wanted revenge, not only for Rabbit, but for Narcissa. At least he had the chance to attack the Bones home the next day. At the very least, he could blow off some steam then.
He had a rare free moment now, and so he headed off to think in the garden. His garden, to be exact. He sat on a bench, gazing absent mindedly at the fountain. There was a book in his lap, something on the Witch burnings and the subsequent induction of the Statute of Secrecy. It seemed fitting, considering what the main topics around the Ministry were. He had yet to crac it open yet, however, as his mind was full of everything that was going on, mainly the fact that he had only a few months before he would become a father. The thought was rather frightening when he dwelled on it, but he was relatively sure that he was as ready as he could get, considering he had no idea what to expect in fatherhood.
His thoughts were broken at the sounds of someone approaching and he shifted his gaze upward. "Mother." he said, giving her a warm smile. As much as he respected his father and yearned for his approval, he loved his mother just as much. "How are you this fine afternoon?"