Lucius L. Malfoy (mala_fede) wrote in cr_eighties, @ 2016-07-04 15:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | 1985, alecto, amycus, lucius |
Who: Lucius, Amycus, Alecto
What: Payment for getting their arses out of trouble. Again.
When: After the last time they were put on trial, found guilty, and sentenced to community service they didn't want to perform
Where: Malfoy Manor
Why: Because Lucius is fucked up, and mean.
One of Lucius' favourite things was when Amycus and Alecto Carrow got themselves into trouble. And lucky for him, it happened quite often. It was amusing when they were arrested, and the court cases, which he usually attended, were prime entertainment. The pair being found guilty and needing his help get them out of serving any sort of sentence was just icing on the cake.
Narcissa had long gone to bed, and would not be up until Draco was the next morning. The predictability of his wife's sleep habits, his own insomnia, and the sheer size of the manor, allowed Lucius to have dalliances right in his own home. He was not so unaware that he did not realise just how disgusting it was, but he was selfish enough to not give a fuck.
If Lucius hummed, he would have been humming now, such was his eager anticipation of tonight's events. With a drink and a smoke, he stood at the window in his office where he could watch them arrive at the gate and come up the path. Of course, he could have lifted the wards and allowed Amycus and Alecto access directly into the Manor, but he preferred watching them make the long walk from gate to house.
"You are late." Lucius stated, as he descended the stairs into the foyer, where a house-elf was taking Amycus and Alecto's robes, however, they were not late.