Characters: Lucius Malfoy and Draco Malfoy Setting: Malfoy Manor Content: PG; no warnings. Summary: Draco has returned home for the weekend Status: Open
Sighing, Lucius threw the day's copy of The Daily Prophet back onto his desk. Usual news; wizards dying, Muggleborn establishments being razed to the ground, Umbridge ruffling feathers at the Ministry...Lucius simply couldn't care less today. The manor had it's own problems, Merlin, they were still finding pieces of that unmeltable hail around the place. He had taken to locking himself in his study that weekend in order to avoid all the chaos, Narcissa was spending time in the Malfoy dower house on the estate (Lucius asked her if she was preparing for something he ought to know about. Despite his droll tone, Narcissa was less than amused), and, of course, Draco was still in school so he had no one to look out for. Unfortunately, this also meant that there was no one to bring him food. Gone were the days of house elves, and he wouldn't trust any of his guests to bring him anything. Not that they would anyway, they were much too busy drinking all his scotch and stuffing the family silver into their grubby little pockets. So, pushing himself to his feet, Lucius made his way towards the door and on through to the kitchen (taking the route he thought quietest). Upon arriving at his destination, his eyes met a surprising sight.