Lucius was furious. What was the elf thinking slamming the door in his face! Crossing his arms he waited until the elf opened again, glaring daggers at the pathetic creature as he let him in, running away as if that would stop him from being punished.
He still knew how to track an elf in this house, and one waive of his wand and the order to punish himself properly for his behaviour was delivered to the elf without him even having to open his mouth.
He removed his cloak and hat, barking a command to have them picked up, and walked with every bit of confidence into the Drawing room.
'You're being lax with the elves,' he said as he stepped into the room. 'They should not be slamming doors in people's faces and ignoring their needs.'
He waived his hand dismissively. 'Either way, I'm pleased to finally see you again, my son.' he said looking him over. 'Married life is doing you good, I see.'