What a Fool Believes

[lucius abraxas malfoy]

It had only been a day since his first patrol with the youngest Black sister, but it seemed like forever for Lucius Malfoy. He couldn’t help but feel that that entire conversation could be the turning point of their current non-relationship and perhaps get the relationship that he wanted to be started. He wasn’t sure though what he wanted out of this one or what she wanted or why this one felt so special to him. There was something that made him want to change but he wasn’t entirely sure in what way or why.

A clock sounded ten o'clock and Lucius glanced up from where he was sitting in the Slytherin Common Room at a table trying to get some homework done. There wasn’t anything due tomorrow but he wanted to get a bit ahead of the load. But right now he was staring at the words on the page of the book in front of him. His hand ran through his hair out of habit. He gave a growling sigh of frustration and stood up, pacing the empty Common Room. Why was it so bloody hard to get Narcissa Black out of his mind, and why didn’t he want to get her out of his mind?

What he wouldn’t give for someone to talk to, that wouldn’t judge him for what he thought. Of course, he couldn’t exactly go to any of the guys, they would laugh at him. Nor did he really know any girl that he could go to and talk to about what he was thinking and feeling. He groaned and inwardly, and half-heartedly, cursed whatever Narcissa had done to him to make him like this. He glanced at the clock and found that only 15 minutes had passed since he had stood up and he began another round around the room, hand running through his hair, making it stand at various angles.

[andromeda cassiopeia black]

“I swear, if I have to break up one more duel between a Slytherin and a Gryffindor...” Andromeda muttered to herself on her way down to the Slytherin common room. It was only the third week of school and already she had broken up five, three of which had to do with the two incompatible houses in all of Hogwarts. This time it was between two girls after, unsurprisingly, the Slytherin called the Gryffindor a “mudblood”. It killed her to have to take points from her own house, but she wasn't going to play favorites, especially when that word came into the mix. She hadn’t mentioned that bit when she took the points, but that was the reason things got physical between the girls. She didn’t know if it was that one party was a member of her house, or that she was already tiring of having to come down on younger students that had Andromeda so on edge so early in the year. Whatever it was, she certainly wasn't having it. It was too soon to have to deal with the petty rivalry between the two houses. “Merlin help the next student who decides to step a toe out of line...” She continued her tirade until she reached the portrait to the common room.

The portrait of Elizabeth Burke, a former headmistress at Hogwarts, asked for the password “Purum sanguinem.” She shot out, hurrying in once the portrait shot open.  Headmistress Burke was another example of the life she wanted to desperately to leave behind her.  The bitter woman in said portrait encouraged Slytherins to treat muggle-borns like dirt, and she had begun to find it disturbing.  Even after her life had ended she was awfully foul, she briefly wondered if that was how portraits of her family members would be once they had passed on.  She wouldn’t be surprised, especially if her Aunt was one of them that were.  Andromeda could honestly admit that she was already foul as they came in life.  Looking around the Slytherin common room Andromeda saw mostly younger students, she figured most of the seventh years were in the library.  This was their NEWT year after all, this was the year where exams would determine what their life was. Unsurprised by the lack in seventh years in the Slytherin common room, or the fact that there were very few fifth years (who were set to take their OWLS this year) Andromeda caught sight of Lucius Malfoy, who she hadn’t really had much of a chance to speak to since the ride back to Hogwarts.

She wasn't sure why, but she got the feeling that Narcissa wasn't very fond of him. It was weird to her, as Narcissa was usually friendly enough towards the “right” people in and out of Hogwarts. To see her acting the opposite was odd for her and, naturally, she wanted to know the reason behind it. Briefly, Andromeda got a better look at Lucius and thought that he looked almost stressed out about something. Normally all she saw was a perfectly constructed mask on most pure-bloods from her parents’ social circle. Knowing her parents would be disappointed that she wasn't being a little friendly the son of one of their oldest friends Andromeda gave a polite smile in Lucius’ direction before dropping her bag by the nearest chair and sitting in it, still irritated by the idiocy of some of the other students.

TAGGED: Lucius Malfoy
OUTFIT: here
WORDS: 574
NOTES: Finally got to it, sorry it took me so long
LYRICS: Katy Perry
CREDIT: To BUNNYA! from CAUTION 2.0!

[lucius abraxas malfoy]

His pacing was interrupted by the entrance of someone into the Slytherin common room and Lucius stopped mid-pace to see who it was. He stared slightly at the sight of Andromeda Black before he started, realizing that he probably looked like a mess. He glanced around him and saw a few younger students staring at him oddly, or rather pretending that they weren’t. So he reached up to smooth his hair down and try and collect his thoughts. Perhaps Andromeda could tell him what exactly Narcissa was thinking and doing. He gave an inaudible sigh before giving her a polite smile back.

He wasn’t exactly close to the Black girls, and especially not the middle daughter, but his father was good friends with Cygnus Black and he seemed to remember his mother being close to Druella. So he figured he'd be polite to her. Plus, Lucius figured that she could be a person that could talk to Narcissa about him, hopefully in a good light. He sat heavily in his chair and gave his schoolwork a half-hearted glare, though he wasn’t particularly upset with his poor books but he could hardly glare at the person that he right now wanted to nor could he glare at her sister.

But he could be polite to her sister and see if she could give him an insight into Narcissa's thoughts about him. And so he turned to face her while he talked with her. "Hello, Andromeda. Patrolling I take it?" He couldn’t exactly just say what he wanted to ask her right away. This sort of thing needed to be eased into with polite small talk. Plus, if he was good, he might even be able to talk about some of his own feelings and see if she could help him, not only as a girl but the older sister of the girl he couldn’t get out of his mind no matter how much he tried.