Lucius Malfoy: Topic: Bedrooms
The candlelights had long since been blown out, the house silent. Even the house-elves, having finished their nights work, were dozing off in the depths of the kitchens and cellars.
However, despite the late hour, one member of the family was not sleeping.
Fully dressed, Lucius paced silently back and forth at the foot of the grand 4-poster bed, which stood majestically in the center of the room. Wrapped in the silk, dark green sheets, Narcissa stirred slightly. Lucius paused to watch her settle into the pillows, then walked to the fireplace across the room. He sighed and rested his hands against the mantle, lined with photographs of them, and their son. Draco. Grown so tall and handsome, yet here he was in Narcissa's arms, a squalling infant.
This is why I do what I do, Lucius thought to himself, I do this for my wife and child, to make their world a better, more pure, place. He spent a moment more beside the fire, and then settled into the armchair by the window to wait. The black and green brocade curtains rustled softly in the breeze from the open window.
A few minutes passed, and then Lucius started as his arm suddenly burned. He pushed up his sleeve to see the mark there grow darker and pulse. He rose from the chair, walked to the side of the bed and bent down to place a tender kiss on Narcissa's forehead. Then he picked up his cane from against the armchair, and with a pop, dissapeared into the night.