Lucien Prince ♖ Draco Malfoy (purityconquer) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2015-03-18 11:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | atticus drake, lucien prince |
Who: Lucien Prince & Atticus Drake
What: Atticus busts him doing some magic. Just like old times.
Where: Atticus's pharmacy in NY
When: Wednesday late afternoon, March 18th 2015
Warnings: TBD? Probably nothing major.
Lucien tapped his fingers impatiently on the side of his leg as he waited. There were still two people ahead of him in line, and the one at the counter was taking her own sweet time in finishing the transaction. He was anxious, though that was really nothing new. For all that Lucien could outwardly appear to be as cool as a cucumber without a care in the world, most of the time that couldn't be farther from the truth. He rarely showed it. But the internal conflict he lived with on a daily basis always put him a little on edge, especially when he felt exposed.
When you were actively trying to hide something about yourself in the public eye, feeling on the verge of exposure was more or less a constant, crippling fear.
It wasn't something that Draco could really relate to, so his reincarnate was no help. Draco was a pureblood. As far as Lucien could tell, Draco had never had to feel ashamed of anything in his life, coming from a rich and well-to-do Wizarding family like the Malfoys. Of course, there was the whole Death Eater and being aligned with Voldemort thing. Lucien wasn't sure if Draco ever really felt any shame or remorse over that in retrospect, his reincarnate rarely spoke about it, but by the time he actually became a Death Eater, Draco hadn't seemed to be drinking the pureblood koolaid as much as when he was a snotty kid. He did know that when Draco got older, he didn't continue to follow in his family's more prejudiced footsteps. That Dark Mark would be a constant reminder of his youthful mistakes for the rest of his life, but somehow, Draco had found a way to live with it.
Lucien had yet to find a way to really live with what he struggled with, openly or in private. But the worst part about it was that it wasn't something he'd made a conscious choice about. It was something inside him that, now as a young adult, he had a harder time denying. The self loathing and hatred put him on edge almost as much as the general paranoia of being outed, even when it came to a perfect stranger. So when it was finally his turn, Lucien put what he'd been gripping unnecessarily tightly down on the counter, looking the blonde woman on the other side of it right in the eyes as he muttered something under his breath. Most people would probably miss it, including her, the distinct mutterings of a false memory charm perhaps only obvious to someone who knows the kind of magic that Draco did. Lucien's wand, hidden in the long sleeve of his jacket, was at an angle where his arm rested on the counter that he could subtly point it at her without drawing any suspicion.
It wasn't going to hurt her. Simply replace and add a few key memories of their interaction so that his purchase here and real identity were all but forgotten. False memory spells were pretty convenient in their subtly, the victim wouldn't even realize the memories placed there were not originally theirs to begin with. Much more creative than a simple obliviate, and thankfully Draco had gotten skilled enough in his later years that he was able to teach Lucien a few things. One might argue that Lucien was being a tad paranoid about this, considering she was a complete stranger and probably didn't give a shit about his orientation, but the precaution had become something of a habit with him. She didn't even blink, but Lucien knew the charm had worked as she handed him his change and he turned to leave, the small tube pocketed. That charm always worked.