"I wouldn't worry. It is becoming a bother that every damned dinner at this school requires an escort."
Lucius slowly rolled up his sleeve. He had not meant to so inflame his cousin, but he would have to be he blind if he had not realised what he was doing. He reached to the bedside table to pick up the small gold cufflink, a gift from a great-aunt after receiving his OWL scores. Lucius had worn them in the past, but found that in recent days, cufflinks had become an increasingly important part of his quotidien wardrobe. They were not particularly out of place, but provided a splendid excuse as to why the boy did not push up his sleeves.
It was like a lock, keeping his secrets in check. It would be unlocked again very shortly. But the drama was in its revelation.
"I said immediately after classes, but I daresay he could get lost travelling to the from the Stairwell to the Great Hall" Roth Mulciber was known for many things, intellect was not chief among them. But Lucius did not keep him around for conversation. He could do the talking for both of them.