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[krvla]

@familyname / LUCIUS

IT HAD BEEN GOING ON FOR QUITE SOME TIME. It had started not long after receiving the mark which Draco bore NOT SO PROUDLY against his left forearm. His attempts to MAIM the mark had only increased since receiving it. Draco had made various amateur attempts , spells , hexes. Even settling upon a popular MUGGLE use of self infliction. A simply blade to skin. Much to his dismay , it did nothing to his own dark mark. It merely left deep white scars against the surrounding skin.

He didn’t know what it was his father had wanted of him. Lately Draco spent much of his time avoiding his father when he could. But when he was called into the parlour room , Draco comes. Reluctantly , but obediently. He sits , his body somewhat stiff , as he awaits to hear what it was his father wanted of him.

‘ . . . yes , Sir . . . ? ’

[pctioneer]

Lucius Malfoy ( @familyname ) liked this for a meme-based starter 

Inspired by: vulnerable confession prompts

It had taken weeks for Severus to find a way of visiting undetected. It wasn't as though he could have asked Dumbledore for help - not when it concerned Lucius Malfoy --&& it was imperative that he had a plausible reason for being in Azkaban should the Dark Lord be made aware of his...initiative. However, it was equally imperative he found a way to arrange a visit. Because he had news about Draco (--&& because he wasn't all too sure Lucius would be able to keep himself standing in a place like this.)

The man in front of him hardly resembles Lucius. Won't even pass for a shadow of what he used to be. Glancing around to make sure he was alone, Severus takes a step closer to the cell the other is being kept in.

"there’s no shame in this-."

He isn't sure why those are the first words leaving his lips - or why he assumes that shame is something Lucius is currently concerned with - but it's the first thing that comes to mind when he sees a man once so PROUD locked in a cage.

[tnott]

@familyname asked for a mum!verse starter

Theo had left Enid at home with Nell, her house elf, today. The girl had been fussy all morning and hadn't even settled down for her afternoon nap, so Theo was pretty sure that if she took Enid along when she went to visit Draco, Enid would probably cry the entire time. Owen was the much more even tempered twin, and could be relied upon to be well-behaved. The two had already begun to show signs of magic, too, which was making Theo's life even more interesting. But Nell could cope. Theo trusted the elf who had helped raise her implicitly.

With Owen tucked into a sling across her chest, she Apparated to the gate of Malfoy Manor, walked up the long drive, and knocked on the solid, imposing door.

[intristitia]

@familyname:

          — Hold me for a while, will you?

      The question catches him off-guard. Had Lucius been looking in his direction, the likelihood of him making eye contact in an attempt to hold his gaze would have certainly been high. Fortunately for him, it would seem as though the moment he had managed to glance over, Lucius had long since adverted his gaze. Wise, he thinks; to guard one’s feelings in times of great sorrow. Though he’s sure the man’s forlorn exterior and downcast gaze weren’t exactly a calculated decision.

     But how to respond — he doesn’t know. He can’t recall a time in his life where someone sought him out for comfort. Consoling someone for any number of reasons — …. He’s not exactly sure how. Granted, Lucius has made the answer quite obvious by making such a straightforward request — he can't help but feel tested to an extent.

As if there's always some sort of ulterior motive, his own experience with loss is perhaps the only thing that allows him to think otherwise. Guilt and regret — anguish and heartache. Those are feelings he knows all too well. Allowing his fingers to unlace and his hands to drop to his sides — his expression is unreadable as he finally responds.

' Is that... what you need? ' There's no mockery in his tone of voice; his query is void of its usual sarcasm. The question is posed simply, his voice quiet, soft.

[eric-sadahire]

Pu$$yLicker_69 that’s an interesting name... Is that Polish?

I think so, my mom knew some poles.

[witchgaunt]

@familyname ♥'d for a starter

Irascibel first suspected something was afoot when she awoke on the shore of the Black Lake around mid-afternoon in, by the looks of it, Spring. Ordinarily, that on its own would have been fine, except it had been late Autumn the last time she checked, not that she remembered falling asleep in the first place. How odd.

Deciding against wasting any more time down by the lake, she hauled her satchel over her shoulder and started trudging towards the covered wooden bridge. It was a practiced route Irascibel took for foraging, day in, day out. Still, there was a distinct feeling that something had changed. The dark trees swaying in the wind appeared older and taller, the path was more worn down, the ferns were growing in different places, and the row boats on the shore had all but vanished, leaving only driftwood and rocks.

Just as she got to the top of the hill where the bridge began, her gaze fell upon a stranger, a student with white blonde hair walking towards her. The young man was clearly a Slytherin, around her age, but she did not recognize him. A new student, perhaps? That did not explain the different uniform though.

"Good afternoon. I don't believe I've seen you around before," Irascibel greets in her polite Scottish accent. "Are you new?"

[rosier-and-wilkes]

@familyname

"Well, you certainly messed that up," Evan said, looking down at the soul who had just arrived in the garden -- his garden, in Evan's mind. After all, he was generally the only one there, apart from the occasional visit from Gareth Rosier's soul. As gardens went, it was nice enough, but what Evan liked most about it was the solitude. After dying the way he had, he thought he deserved some peace and quiet in the afterlife.

Physically, Lucius Malfoy looked fine, but then, souls always did. Injuries to the living body didn't carry over to the afterlife. But Evan had seen the circumstances of his former comrade's death -- a long, drawn out death that was sure to have been excruciating -- and he could well imagine that Lucius' soul was deeply disoriented.

Probably Evan should have had some pity for the man, but he found that his strongest emotion was in fact disdain. After so many failures, what had Lucius expected? The Dark Lord was not known to be a forgiving man.

"You had it all for a while there," Evan said, his lip curling into a sneer. "But you bollocksed it up well and good, didn't you?"

[lightcreators]

@familyname

He  refused  to  lose  his  father,  it  was  an  thought  who  haunting  him  endlessly.  He  cannot  becoming  an  orphan  of  his  parents  when  it  had  been  him  who  prepared  himself  to  be  the  one  be  killed,  to  be  the  one  holding  consequences  …  They  could  try  attact  him  personnaly,  where  he  would  so  pleased  to  exposing  hypocritical  nature  of  the  members  of  the  Ministry,  they  will  not  regret  that  dangerous  essay  inside  an  doman  who  belonged  to  him.  Naturally,  there  was  an  court  weighting  among  his  head,  when  he  planned  to  turn  it  inside  an  Court  of  Illusions  —  where  revelations  won’t  be  stopped  towards  revelations  over  the  problem  they  dared    'fix’,  when  he  would  exposing  all  truths  that  shouldn’t  came  out,  meanwhile  remaining  unassailable  !    If  Potter  wasn’t  that  much  annoying  to  be  always  behind  his  back  as  mistrust  sign,  he  would  have  enjoyed  that  last  moment  to  bring  most  innocent,  most  unconcerned  features  …  preparing  slowly  an  scene  where  he  would  got  that  acknoweldgement  of  his  abilities.  For  a  long  while,  he  stopped  sleep.  He  didn’t  even  pretending  or  try  some  naps  along  the  day.  Rest  will  be  impossible  until  he  wasn’t  sure  his  father  was  safe  …  Any  other  alternative  would  be  an  unspottable  consequence,  where  he  would  be  far  more  angry  to  care.  Usu  ally,  especially  for  showing  his  face  down  inside  the  prison  his  father  was,  he  would  have  paying  attention  to  that  lack  of  sleep    —  showing  somewhere  that  reassurance  feature  he  was  still  alright,  than  there  was  hope  …  however  he  stressed  about  his  reactions.  What  the  importance  if  he  noticed  he  was  unable  to  sleep  ?    Apparently,  the  Ministry  didn’t  receive  memo  than  when  he  wish  for  something,  it  was  an  implicit  order  for  have  it  !  Nevertheless,  inside  current  experienced  not-yet-finished  pressure,  he  didn’t  wanted  suffering  regrets.  He  had  enough  of  them  already.  He  was  too  tired  of  them  already  …  As  he  presented  himself  in  front  of  the  prison  of  his  father,  for  a  short  moment,  he  wanted  put  his  hands  close  to  these  barriers.  It  sounded  even  more  irreral  to  been  here.  Reality  taste  didn’t  wanted  to  be  experienced  as  a  whole,  and  regardless,  reflection  about  his  own  situation  seemed  to  be  projected  down  his  face.  Differently,  he  was  also  inside  an  cage  …  Differently,  he  was  always  prisonier  of  something  he  cannot  escape.  Distance  over  his  emotions  were  expressed  as  a  security.  He  didn’t  believe  the  beginning  of  that  conversation  will  start  well  …  as  his  father  wouldn’t  expecting  couple  of  details  he  might  confess.  He  had  played  the  illusionist  for  some  time,  nevertheless,  his  childlike  love  for  his  father  was  most  honest  and  vivacious.  He  cannot  lose  his  parents.  He  refused  to  lose  his  parents  !  ❝    Dad  …    ❞

[ringedstar]

@familyname sent in : ❛ clean yourself up. you're getting blood all over the place. ❜

crimson stains the white of regulus' button up; sickly sweet rust almost overwhelming. his hand clutches his side, sweat now mixing in with the blood that leaves his skin feeling dirty.

it is not a time to show weakness, regulus black, he's quick to remind himself.

at the sound of lucius, the mask is in place. eyebrow quirked; curious as if he's not spilling on the ground.

❝ afraid of a little blood malfoy? ❞ he pulls himself straight. ❝ i wonder what color you bleed. ❞

[stcllla]

@familyname ♡'d for a starter from Elowyn

There had been a time, though it was very short lived, when Elowyn had been the chosen intended bride of Tiberius Nott. Somehow, perhaps it had been her mothers intervention, whatever agreement Cosimo had with Tiberius had been called off and now she had found herself mingling at the reception of his wedding, a glass of wine in hand as she tilted her head while looking at the bride.

"Lucius," She finally spoke, looking up at the blonde man beside her. He made for good company at events such as these, he rarely spoke, and he would gossip with her somewhat if Elowyn had managed to get him to speak. "Merlin, is the bride... is she younger than me?"

[ofblackskies]

lucius malfoy ( @familyname ) said: “ what makes you think i’m going to help you? ” to harry potter

Harry couldn't keep the annoyance off his scar-painted face in response to Lucius' words. What made him think he was going to help? Nothing. He didn't think that Lucius Malfoy was going to help anything at all. In fact, he thought it quite likely that he would only make things worse, even if he did try to help. That was just what that family did, after all. "Dunno. Figured I'd give you the chance to be a decent person, but I should've known it'd go over your head."

[pctioneer]

Lucius Malfoy ( @familyname )

"Yes," Lucius says, "very well." He stows his wand in his robes, crouching down and trying to figure out how to get Severus up. He settles for hoisting him up by his arm and wrapping it around his shoulder. He pulls Severus close to him with an arm around his torso and stands up. Lucius helps him out of the cell and into the cold stone hall. He shivers a little at the salty draft, but bites back his discomfort. A hot bath with Narcissa when I get back to the Manor . . . The place, Severus included, is filthy. "We'll stabilize you as soon as we can," Lucius says. He has no idea the extent of the damage: he hadn't seen any, but that doesn't mean it wasn't there. "Rabastan, get out of there, that's a corpse - Snyde, hurry up." Just because the Aurors are dead or incapacitated doesn't mean the Ministry won't get wind of this soon. You can never bet on catching every ward.

There are probably few people who Lucius would crouch down in the dirt for,, -- but Severus is grateful he doesn't call for someone else to hoist him out of there. His arms feel surprisingly strong around him, pulling him to his feet without him being part of the action in anything more than spirit. Once he is standing, Severus can feel his legs trembling - knees threatening to give out beneath him and he leans against Lucius even more heavily. He doesn't want to risk falling down -- not in front of Lucius --&& definitely not in front of the others.

As soon as they step outside the cell, he squints his eyes against the sudden assault of light - even if it was only artificial && not by any means to be considered "bright". He also takes a deep breath, drinking in the fresh air desperately. The room he'd been kept in had smelled of deeath when he'd first entered it --&& that had only worsened during his stay. He is certain he gives off about the same stench.

__________

The rest of their escape goes by in a blur -- he walks where Lucius leads him && he doesn't question any instructions given to him. Somehow - he manages to keep himself upright and going. That is to say - right up until the moment they reach the Manor. He hardly makes it past the doorstep when everything around him grows black.

[tnott]

@familyname

Leontius Nott had always had standards when it came to the children with whom he permitted Theodora to associate. The children’s families had to be sufficiently wealthy and pure of blood, their homes had to be free of the absurd Muggle-created fads that sometimes swept the Wizarding world, and the children themselves had to be intelligent enough and considerate enough that his quiet, clever daughter found them neither boring nor overbearing.

Draco Malfoy was near the top of the list of acceptable candidates for Theodora’s friendship, and given Leontius’ own long acquaintance with both Abraxas Malfoy and Lucius Malfoy, arranging for Theodora and Draco to spend time together had proven to be easy.

That was why Theo was inside Malfoy Manor on this particular afternoon; Draco’s display of his recently-mastered broom tricks had ended, and now he and the other children who had been invited over were zooming about the garden in a game of shuntbumps, laughing and yelling as they tried to knock each other from their brooms. Theo had never been a confident flyer, and the noise was beginning to grate on her, so she had left her playmates behind and made her way through the manor halls to the library instead.

She had expected to find the room empty when she pushed open the door, so she was surprised to see Mr. Malfoy. She had thought him still out in the garden, and wondered why he had come inside. But she didn’t ask. Her father had tutored her extensively on proper decorum, and she knew that prying would be rude beyond belief. She was a guest and, furthermore, a child; what her adult hosts chose to do with their time was absolutely none of her business.

“Hello, Mr. Malfoy,” she said. “Am I disturbing you? I was just planning to look to see if you had Bathilda Bagshot’s history of the Goblin Rebellions.”

[malfaith]

@iselwyn / from here

Lucius's face twists into something nasty under his mask as he dodges. How she knows it's him isn't a mystery - part of the back of his hood was sheared off, showing white-blond hair. "Your father is rolling in his grave," he hisses at her. That's the worst part of it: Mudbloods and Prewetts might fight for the Order, but Imogen is turning her back on her family. "It's better he's dead, or else he'd die of shame!"

If those dead watch the living, Cygnus has no love for Imogen. He was a man who was loyal to his family to the end, only to have them turn on him as soon as his body turned cold. Disgusting. "Crucio!"

[fallencrowns]

@familyname​ asked:                               you are horribly old - fashioned ,  aren’t you ?

His lips curled upwards in that knowing smirk of his. The other really had no idea just how RIGHT he was. Though he kept up with appearances, learned with the times, he still clung tightly to the past. Gripping with fists as it slipped away time and time again.  ❝  Oh, most AGGRESIOUSLY so. Really not much hope for me at this point but I do study and teach ancient magic. It’s my job to live in the past.  ❞  Though he could keep up with the fashion trends, switching to suits and cutting his hair and adapting somewhat to the language, the mannerisms were still intact. Decades spent using them in his mortality.  And they’d been BEAT into him in his youth. That and how he preferred the old style of decour.  ❝  Though I’m sure some might say the same about YOU. These days those that value blood purity are seen as ‘old fashioned’ themselves.  ❞  

[obscsionada]

@familyname hit the ♡

green eyes stared at the man. tall and regal, as if he was owed the world. and lily potter hated every moment she had to hear his name, or read about him in the papers . while she had lost nearly everything from the war, he had managed to keep his reputation despite his involvement with voldemort. his son seemed to be growing up just the same, everything handed to him on a silver plate and it showed.

"Lucius." a soft smile, polite, meant to annoy him. she was no better than dirt to him and lily hoped acknowledging him would piss him right off. "I hear your son has made the quidditch team, and you bought them all new brooms as a celebration gift. i never knew you were such a charitable man."