Who: Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy When: This evening Where: Malfoy Manor What: Talking Rating: TBA Open/Closed: Closed
The ice in his glass clicked gently against the rim as Lucius climbed the stairs, carrying the latter half of his nightcap from the library to his bedroom. It was precisely two minutes past the time that he had always been taught one could politely retire. He may not have been sleeping particularly well, these days, but he was certainly getting to bed at a more reasonable hour. He stepped inside and let the door swing shut behind him, at once breathing a little easier - no one had yet had the nerve to intrude on him here. The only company he would encounter would be the welcome sort.
He took a seat in one of the chairs that stood by the fireplace, deposited his drink on the end table, and seized up the newspaper that lay exactly where he'd left it this morning. It was pretty well read-over already, but there was something comforting in knowing he wouldn't encounter anything unexpected; and anything to dull his mind before he went to sleep was gladly received. He absently loosened his cuffs as he worked through the Quidditch page again.