Lucius did not try to look interested in anyone around him. All he cared about was being back where he belonged, away from this weird melange of monsters he loathed and among his family, purebloods, wizards and witches -- not seemingly self-possessed girl creatures that sparkled in the light for some reason.
His grey eyes regarded her as coldly as he had ever gazed upon the most lowly blood traitor. He wondered if whatever chemical made her skin like that would be useful in some new potion.
Readjusting his snakehead cane, Lucius waited with the patience of a saint.