Who: Lucius Malfoy, RJ Mulciber, and Ares Nott Where: Slytherin Boys' Dormitory When: Friday afternoon, 4:20 Rating: PG-13 What: There are other parties at Hogwarts.
Lucius Malfoy had not been in his room long, having just escaped from the oppressive hand of Friday afternoon Ancient Runes, but from the way he had sprawled out on his hunter green canopied bed, one could scarcely tell. He had not particularly hurried back to the dungeon, but he had made his way directly. For once, it would not do to make the younger boy wait. So instead, Lucius was waiting.
He had rolled up his sleeve, removing the small cufflink from the left cuff. His finger as well as his pale predatory eyes were tracing over the scarred figure eight of flesh wound into the macabre skull. It was healing; it might never heal. But the thrill that ran through him with each minute contact was near-maddening.
Rodolphus was not present, Carrow had been kicked out to help Cassandra with the party quite against his nature. Lucius did not mind his cousin's presence, though neither boy had particularly spoken on the lazy afternoon. Soon Ares would have a mark of his own.
So soon, might Mulciber. Lucius waited for the boy to arrive.