Who: Lucius and Jareth When: Monday afternoon Where: Hotel sauna Why: Because Rating: A for arrogant
Lucius Malfoy was at times a rather self-indulgent man. One of the perks of always having money, and the power that goes with it. Not to mention that he was a charismatic man, born with a silver tongue, whom people naturally flocked to. He had been raised to follow in the pureblood ideal of his parents, and became a follower of - no, not brother John Birch, change the record - of Lord Voldemort, at an early age. He had believed in him at one time, in what he stood for.
But time has the power to erode. Especially when reason holds sway. And Lucius Malfoy was nothing if not an intelligent man. And he grew troubled, the more he watched, the more he observed, the more he learned. And the more he did not like what he saw. Which was why he and his son had escaped. And now they and his beautiful beloved wife were safe from the influence of the idiotic didactic Lord Paininthebutt.
But, that having been said, Lucius Malfoy was at times a rather self-indulgent man. And today was one of those days.
And today he had decided to indulge himself by going to the sauna, which was located on the first floor of the Hotel. He knew it was a public area, that anyone could come by, but that was no problem for a talented wizard such as himself. He would make sure that if someone dared to disturb him, he would rid himself of their unwanted company any way that he could - by magic, if need be. He had no scruples against doing so.
Smiling to himself, he entered the sauna, finding it unoccupied. Splendid. He removed his clothes with a wandless spell, wrapped a towel about himself and took a seat in the welcome warmth, breathing in the warmth into his nostrils. Ah, much better, he decided, leaning back, blond hair flowing over his shoulders, eyes closed, as he began to relax.