Mar. 13th, 2010

[info]coldgreyangel

Lucius Malfoy: Event: "There's Something Odd..."

Lucius could feel Mr. Gibbons eyes on him as he moved quill over parchment. The irritating weasel of a man was a good campaign manager, but still a Muggle, and entirely too nosy of late. Finally, Lucius lowered the quill and glanced up. "Is there something you needed, Mr. Gibbons?"

The man shuffled slightly, eyes darting to the spot where Lucius' cane rested against the side of the desk, before darting back to Lucius face. However, he quickly lowered his eyes, faced with the steely gaze of the man behind the desk. "Well, sir, Mr. Malfoy...I mean...you're using a quill."

Lucius arched an elegant eyebrow. "Yes. I always do."

Mr. Gibbons continued. "An actual feather quill, and an inkwell."

Lucius sighed. "Yes. Your point?"

"It's a bit odd, isn't it, using a quill? There's not even a computer in here, I've noticed. You write all your correspondence." Lucius just continued staring at him, so he coughed and continued, "And you have an owl. I know rich people have exotic pets sometimes, but an owl seems an odd choice. And not many men your age still wear their hair long."

Lucius began to drum his fingers along the wood of the desk. "You've become quite observant, haven't you Mr. Gibbons? Do tell me, what is the point of all this?"

"People like you, and seem to trust you, but there's just something...that is...it's all a bit..." Mr. Gibbons eyes darted to the cane again, very quickly, but Lucius did not miss it, and reached for it.

"Do you like my walking stick, Mr. Gibbons? Or is that also one of the odd things you've suddenly taken notice of, when you've been blind to everything for months now, you narrow-minded fool..." He slowly pulled the snake head away from the cane, revealing the wand within. Mr. Gibbons started to open his mouth to make a comment, but Lucius continued, "It's a pity, really, that you didn't stay blind. Do your job, line your pockets with my generous supply of money. Now it will be that much more effort on my part...though it will save my accounts." Pointing the wand at the wide-eyed, open mouthed, and confused face of Mr. Gibbons, he said one word.

"Imperio!"

Nov. 4th, 2009

[info]coldgreyangel

Lucius Malfoy: Topic: Art

Lucius regarded the painting in front of him thoughtfully. It was an adjustment, to be sure, to get used to the paintings not moving, not responding. That obvious lack aside, he had to admit that some of these Muggle artists had done good work. To capture life so succinctly, even if so frozen. He missed the art in the Manor, not the Portrait Hall perhaps (one can only listen to Great Uncle Mordran ramble drunkenly for so long about how great he was…why the artist had insisted on putting wine in the picture, he never knew), but the landscapes and scenes in the Library and the Study.

He found he was rather enjoying this little charity art silent auction. All the influential members of the local community were there, so of course he needed to be seen, but he never expected to actually enjoy the art. He was of course vastly enjoying the social aspect, charming and subtly flirting with the women and discussing business with the men. Lowered voices, discussing how disappointing certain members of the Council were, all while being entirely too friendly and engaging with the less-disgraced members of the Council who are present.

All in all, the evening was going rather well. He caught Mr. Gibbons’ eye across the room, and the man nodded and smiled in return. Yes, everything was going quite well.

He found himself in front of a painting of a young mother & father and their happy child, and after staring for a moment wistfully, he moved on to a beautiful painting of a dark forest and wrote a decently high number on the auction sheet.

Oct. 5th, 2009

[info]coldgreyangel

Lucius: Other: Plans moving forward

Lucius sat laughing, several other businessmen around him at a table in the back of Georgio's. “Gibbons, you are lucky that your wife allowed you back in the house after that!”

The man, Gibbons, was attempting to stop laughing himself. “Oh, I count myself very lucky indeed.” He dabbed at his face with his napkin. “Thank you for lunch, Mr. Malfoy.” The other gentlemen at the table agreed, expressing thanks as well.

Lucius put up a hand. “Not at all. We are all men of business, we must work together. And one should never work on an empty stomach.”

The men left one by one, until only Gibbons remained. “You’re certainly on the right track, Mr. Malfoy,” he said, “These men already respect you. Your name is more and more noticeable, in all the right ways.”

Lucius nodded. “You agree then? You will take the job?”

Gibbons nodded. “Yes, Mr. Malfoy, I will. I will be your campaign manager.”

Lucius smiled. “Thank you, Mr. Gibbons.” He reached out to shake the man’s hand. “I look forward to working with you.”

Sep. 18th, 2009

[info]coldgreyangel

Lucius Malfoy: Topic: Fire

The bell tinkles as Lucius enters the bookstore. Behind the counter, an elderly gentleman looks up over his spectacles, lowering the newspaper he is reading. The article about the fire on Churchfield Place is visible on the front.

“Ah, good morning Mr. Malfoy! To what do I owe the honor?” he frowns. “I know I’m not behind in my payments.”

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Aug. 17th, 2009

[info]coldgreyangel

Lucius Malfoy: Topic: Forgetting

Lucius sat at his desk, glancing through the owl post and muggle mail, reading glasses perched on his nose. He's noticed that he needs them more and more, as people seem to insist on writing smaller and smaller.

As he reads one letter from a local solicitor, he pulls his quill from the inkstand to make a corresponding note in his desk ledger. He writes the figure from the letter down, but pauses as he begins to write the date. He looks at the book, over to the calendar, and back.

August 17.

He'd completely forgotten. Well, it's not as if anyone else had reminded him. Narcissa's ghost had distressingly vanished as swiftly as it had appeared, only two days prior. She probably would have remembered. He himself had really, truth be told, purposely ignored the date for at least 5 years now, depsite her protests.

August 17. His own birthday. But really, with no one likely to remember, what reason did he have to celebrate another year of age?

Jul. 27th, 2009

[info]coldgreyangel

Lucius Malfoy: Events: Ghosts

"I don't think I can handle this."

"I don't think you have much choice, darling."

Lucius was on his second cup of tea, and about to reach for something stronger. When he'd woken up this morning, there she'd been, standing at the edge of the bed, watching him with a soft smile. He reached for her hungrily, desperately, only to have his hands go through her. She walked toward the window, and in the morning sunlight she was translucent, almost transparent.

"You don't look like a normal ghost. Please don't be dead." he had said, pleadingly, as if begging could change anything.

"I don't think I am...I think I'm more like a memory."

She looked like Narcissa, talked like Narcissa. It was sweet torture, to be able to be sitting in the kitchen, conversing with his own dear wife, but not touch her, know she wasn't really there. She went from loving and kind to hurt and reminding him of his failures and her pain. The emotions running through Lucius were threatening to break him apart.

It was hell, but he would take it.

Jun. 22nd, 2009

[info]coldgreyangel

Lucius Malfoy: Event: T-shirt, Topic: Mothers

Aside from the shop, and his concerns as landlord of that building (plus several others he has now added to his expanding real-estate mini-empire within Margate), he does have a purpose. He will do his best to make this world a better place for, and to provide for, his children. Or possible children. Draco, of course, whichever version he may have a chance to affect. And this child of Victoire’s, the child that could be his. He’s been thinking about children rather a lot of late.
Open here )

May. 16th, 2009

[info]coldgreyangel

Lucius Malfoy: Event: (De)Aging

Lucius Malfoy hadn't felt this good in quite a while. Years, in fact. He had awoken from a deep sleep, feeling refreshed. That in itself was a surprise as he hadn't been sleeping hardly at all.

It had been rather unsettling, when in the shower he had noticed not only that his skin was tauter, body tighter...but that no scar nor mark marred his arm. He rushed to the mirror in disbelief, and his 16-year-old self looked back at him. Smug, confident, young...and oh, did he feel good. Energy pumped through his veins, and little aches of old injuries had vanished. Getting dressed, he found everything he owned a bit on the loose side.

With a spring in his step he hadn't had in years, he headed out into the town to see what other surprises the day would bring. Was this a spell? A potion he'd been tricked into taking? Perhaps he would visit Severus and Minerva...one of them might have an idea as to what had caused this. Or perhaps he would head to the shop...maybe he could find a good outlet for all the extra energy he seemed to possess. His stomach growled. It felt like he hadn't eaten in days. Had he always been this hungry as a school lad? Rubbing his stomach, he decided that perhaps his first stop should be the pub for a hearty meal.

Apr. 21st, 2009

[info]coldgreyangel

Lucius Malfoy: Topic: The Post

There is a tap on the glass of the study. As Lucius looks up over his reading glasses at the dusky eagle owl on the other side of the window, beak full, he tries to stifle the hope that begins to rise within him. He reaches forward and opens the latch on the window, allowing the owl to step inside onto the desk.

"Horatio, you devil, you've been gone ages." The owl tilts his head at Lucius, large yellow eyes staring. Reaching for the letters, he plays a breif tug of war with the owl before it releases them. Rifling through the small stack, the hope fades again. There is a letter and catalouge from a new supplier he is looking into for Victoire's shop, a statement of account from Gringotts, and a letter from an aquaintance who is a bookseller. On the bottom of the stack, returned unopened, is one envelope labled "Narcissa Malfoy, Malfoy Manor..." in his own hand. He places it absent-mindedly in the second drawer of the desk, which upon further inspection would be found to contain many similar letters, addressed to Draco or Narcissa, directed to the Manor, Draco's last known flat, the cottage by the sea Lucius and Narcissa had been staying in...

With a soft hoot, Horatio nips at Lucius' arm. Lucius glances up again and offers the owl a treat from a jar on the desk. Taking it, Horatio flies back through the open window, towards his favorite perch to nap on. Quashing down on the settling sense of lonliness, Lucius settles back into his routine of business correspondance with a sigh.

Feb. 15th, 2009

[info]coldgreyangel

Lucius Malfoy: Topic: Secrets

Lucius bent over the single pensieve he currently had in his possession, thinking with regret of the very secured cabinet in rooms hidden below Malfoy Manor which contained so many of his memories. But right now, it was more recent memories he was reviewing, even if those recent memories stirred up many old ones. His conversations with the “new” Severus had awakened many thoughts of the final years of the war, of all the events that had transpired at the end, and after. His failure, his humiliation, his defeat. The broken life he had begun to slowly rebuild, before finding himself here in Margate.

The secret that no one knew, besides Narcissa, and even she knew not the whole truth, was that Lucius WAS full of regret…but not for the reasons one would think. He did not regret his beliefs, or most of his actions (when they were his, not the orders of another). His regret was following the half breed monster and letting him dominate him, and break him. His regret was becoming weak, losing his position and power. And yes, his regret was the damage he had done to those most important to him…to his family. For they were still the only thing that mattered.

Dec. 4th, 2008

[info]coldgreyangel

Lucius: Event: Storm

Rivers of water poured off the roof, cascading past the windows into the mud that, until recently, was a small herb garden.

The house was old enough to creak and make occasional noises as it was. With the wind and rain pounding at it for days and days, the house was practically playing a symphony. Lucius normally enjoyed the rain, at the Manor. He and Narcissa would use the foul weather as an excuse to lock themselves into the library...or the bedroom. He sighed and sipped at his glass of wine, looking out the window at the storm. Several books lay haphazardly strewn open along the table, a reminder of failed attempts to distract him.

This wasn't the Manor. It was a small (to him), dark, empty house, not his home. And, most importantly, there was no Narcissa. He was trapped in this place with no one, no connection to his former life.

Despite the roaring fire in the fireplace, he shivered with a cold that ran much deeper than his skin.

Nov. 20th, 2008

[info]coldgreyangel

Lucius: Topic: Monsters

When the Dark Lord had approached the giants, approached vampires, even brought in that filthy werewolf Greyback and his like, Lucius used all his strength not to question. He sneered more than usual, perhaps, but luckily that was one of his standard facial expressions, so it went largely unnoticed. But it had proven very difficult for him. Why would they use these abominations, these monsters, to assist their cause? Didn't it go against everything they were fighting for? True, they were being used...as servants, or trained animals, attack-dogs. Not members of the inner circle. But still...why align with such things at all? He knew he wasn't the only one questioning. But it was not to be spoken. He had foolishly asked Bella, but she had only angrily defended her Master, as she always blindly did. Lucius saw the doubt hidden deep in her eyes none the less.

In fact, what was their Master now? He himself seemed more monster than man now...

These questions and so many others played in his head more and more. If he didn't stop, couldn't guard his mind, if the Dark Lord knew...

He would be dead.

Sep. 17th, 2008

[info]coldgreyangel

Lucius: Event: Cleanliness

Lucius stretched idly, the book he had fallen asleep reading falling from his lap. He had been falling asleep in his private study more often of late, in the large leather armchair located closest to the fireplace. He blinked in the dark of the pre-dawn, and reached for his wand, which always rested on the lamp-table to the right of the chair. However, now his hand was grasping nothing but air. His wand was not there. Neither was the table. He jumped up fully awake and alert, letting his eyes adjust to the weak light.

“What in the BLOODY hell is going on here??”

Violation )

Aug. 9th, 2008

[info]coldgreyangel

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.
Waiting )

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