Who's the Daddy? Lucius is the Daddy! (ex_ofbadfait221) wrote in blurred_lines, @ 2008-09-20 00:12:00 |
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It was with trepidation that Lucius had sent the owl to St. Mungo's requesting for a Healer specialising in Spell Damage to come and visit the manor. Really, he didn't want anyone seeing his affliction. The fact that others knew about it in the first place was embarrassing enough! more than anything, he did not want the Healer that turned up to be one affiliated with the vigilantes. A request of a name and a quick check was all that was needed, and the Healer in question was being shown into Lucius's study. Even as he dismissed Hoppy, he couldn't fail to see the corners of the newcomer's lips twitch. Holding his annoyance back, he nodded to the Healer. "I'm so glad you could come, Mr...?" "Rogers," was the reply. "Liam Rogers. What can I do for you, Mr Malfoy?" Lucius already knew his name, of course. Similarly, he already knew that Liam Rogers was just being polite by asking what was wrong. It wasn't as if he could miss these Salazar-forsaken antennae. They were sticking directly out from his forehead, one on either side, as clear as day. "You specialise in spell damage, I believe, and I have been damaged by a spell." Lucius's tone was icy and he pointed up at his forehead, just to reinforce his statement. Liam took a few steps forward to take a closer look at the antennae. Lucius sat patiently as the Healer poked and prodded them, inspecting them from all angles. They didn't hurt to be touched, in fact, Lucius couldn't feel it at all. He had done some experimentation with them in the last couple of days, and the fact that they didn't actually seem to be a part of him made him more confident that they could be removed fairly easily. Well. Fairly easily even though he couldn't find a way. "What spell was this, Mr. Malfoy? And what actually happened, if you don't mind me asking?" Of course Lucius wasn't going to tell the truth in response to this question. "I am unsure of the exact spell. I did not hear the incantation, but it appeared to give me several traits that usually belong to insects. The antennae are all that remain, of course." He paused, to double check the explanation as to how it happened so it sounded plausible. "As for how I got it -- you may have notice that there have been some libellous posters posted around areas that wizards frequent. They have been slurring my name and those of my acquaintances, and which they are completely fictitious, someone seemed to read too far into them and decided to hex me during a visit toGringotts." He smiled wryly. "Fancied themself as an auror, I suppose." Rogers made no sign that he disbelieved the story, or believed that Lucius was anything but a completely innocent man. He took a step back once he had finished his examination, and fingered his wand thoughtfully. "It shouldn't be too difficult to remove. The antennae are actually growing out of your skull, however, so it could potentially be painful. This may be a stupid question, but have you tried looking up a counter-jinx?" Lucius merely raised his eyebrows. "Naturally." He wasn't going to mention that it was just him -- the fact that Narcissa, Astra and Leoben had also been looking was irrelevant here. Lucius was not the sort of man to reveal extra information. "How are you planning on removing them?" "Well," the Healer looked thoughtful. "If you want them removed, I can use a severing charm. I can give you some potion to numb the pain, and you may have to take someskele -grow afterwards. Alternatively, I can try and shrink them away into nothingness, back into your skull. They won't be completely gone, however, and I don't know what effect that will have." Merlin, this guy was supposed to Heal people! And he didn't know??? "So there are potential side effects for the second option?" "Yes." "I see." It was not a particularly difficult decision. Lucius did not want this problem resurfacing, and thus he only considered the second option for a fraction of a second. "I want them removed completely," he said, confidently. "Absolutely, Mr Malfoy." Rogers briefly turned to open the suitcase he had brought in with him. He poured a flask of liquid such a pale shade of blue it was almost transparent, and handed it to Lucius. "Drink this. It's a pain relieving potion, you'll need it." After taking a second to observe the potion swirling around the cup (really, it didn't cost anything to double-check your potions before you drink them), Lucius drank the potion down quickly. It tasted like aniseed -- precisely how a pain relieving potion should taste -- and Lucius felt satisfied that he had not been poisoned. He sat back in his chair more comfortably as the Healer raised his wand. "Ready?" Lucius nodded, and closed his eyes. He felt the severing charm cutting through the skin of his forehead, but due to the potion it was merely uncomfortable, rather than actually painful. Keeping his eyes closed, he felt a trickle of blood start to make his way down his face before the Healer caught it, and tried not to shudder. It was a couple of minutes before the antenna was lifted out of his head, and Rogers started muttering charms to knit the skin back together again. Then it was on to the other side of the head, and Lucius's eyes remained firmly closed. He opened them again when another beaker was pushed into his hands. "Drink this, Mr Malfoy." The potion burned his throat on the way down, and he fought back a splutter. Skele-grow. No matter how many times he drunk the stuff, it was a taste one could not get used to. With the Healer now straightened up and replacing his supplies back in the suitcase, Lucius rose from his chair and headed towards the mirror. An inspection of Roger's handiwork was not displeasing, there werestill circular marks but they would not scar. Poking the affected areas did not hurt, although that may be due to the lingering effects of the pain relieving draught. Pleased, he turned back to the Healer, and offered his hand. "Thank you, Mr Rogers. You have done an excellent job. I shall make a note to mention this to my colleagues on the hospital board." At this, Liam was unsuccessful at keeping the pleased expression from his face. "It was my pleasure Mr Malfoy, I'm glad I was able to help. Do you want me to dispose of the antennae?" "No, thank you. I shall do that." Lucius peered down at the two stumps lying on his desk, flecks of bone still clinging to the bottom of them. "I'll call an elf to show you out." As Hoppy showed the Healer from the room, Lucius seated himself behind his desk once more. He would have to remain out of the public eye for a few days longer, until the marks on his forehead healed. But at least the damn antennae were gone. He smirked to himself briefly, before putting the antennae in a drawer. They would serve as a reminder to exact his revenge on DorcasMeadowes. Not that he needed reminding, of course. The smirk faded as the familiar pricklings that followed a dose of Skele-grow started. Ouch. |