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Lucius hadn’t cried in a long time. Not since he was a kid. He’d learned to bury his feelings. He knew from his childhood that no amount of crying would fix anything. Plus he was Lucius Malfoy, it was an image to uphold, a sort of character he played. He didn’t even know what was the real him and what was just an act anymore. Part of him enjoyed it, but he knew he didn’t have any real friends, nobody that he could truly trust.

His childhood had been a world of opposites. On one hand, his mother had never gone a day without showing him affection. Telling him how perfect he was, catering to his every whim. She was almost too much. She loved him too unconditionally. Like she only saw a perfect version of him, not the real flawed version of him. He had to be the perfect son for her. She held him in such high expectations, than he was so scared that he would ruin that image. Scared that she’d see who he really was. This was why he was so determined to find himself a suitable wife. Lucius himself wasn’t sure he’d ever understand how to properly share his life with someone. It seemed almost cruel to drag someone in to his cold, lonely world but it would make his mother happy. She was the only person who’d truly cared about him and he couldn’t loose that. 

since the day lucius malfoy sent charity burbage to the hospital wing, she did whatever she could to avoid the slytherin. normally, she was the type to hold her head high and try not to let the supremacists get to her – charity was good at it, but now when it came to malfoy? the two of them were in multiple classes together and as much as she wanted to continue to stand up to him, she was frightened. 

charity could feel the blood beginning to trickle out of nose and she was mortified – this was the second time she was injured due to the likes of lucius. she continued to hold her nose and said, in a small voice, “it was an accident. won’t happen again.” @kingofthemanor​

Lucius smirked as he watch a little bit of blood trickle through her hands. Really this had been too easy. He hadn’t even had to do anything. This really had just fallen in to his lap, or rather against his back. It was so satisfying to see how terrified she looked. Charity Burbage leader of the peasants, almost quivering in his presence. This was how they all needed to act. Charity had learned to stop underestimating, and so would the rest.

“Yes, I should think not” Lucius stated. He looked her over again, the smirk still ever present ever on his face. “You made me spill my pumpkin juice” He couldn’t resist pushing her further “I think you need to go get me a replacement”

@charityxrose​

“Well” she smiled  “I’ve always been told if you want something you’ve got hit where it hurts I figured your hair would be the most painful for you,” she said only half-joking. 

Lucinda stopped herself from rolling her eyes at Lucius. She knew that she was often a lot for the boys on the team to handle, but she wanted to win more than she wanted anything in the world and as many of her team members had learned the hard way, she was not above pestering everyone into spending far more time practicing than probably wanted. “Perfect” she smiled feeling accomplished “you’ll thank me when we win the house cup this year” 

@kingofthemanor​

“Hmm a good tactic” Lucius mused. It was something he often used himself. He found getting under someone’s skin was often more effective than just hexing them “you’re quite the cunning one aren’t you”

“I’m finishing this before we leave though” Lucius stated, bringing his focus back to the sausages on the plate. “Need the energy if you’re going to put me through the full work out” he teased, unable to resist adding a little wink as he finished his sentence. 

@lucy-talkalot​

Landon quirked a brow - he hadn’t expected anyone to come visit him, much less with offers of the kind Lucius was now speaking about. He grabbed the flask Lucius handed him and downed a large gulp. Landon could feel the liquid burn its way down his throat but there was an unexpected relief to it. He was feeling so sore and restless that it would probably do him good, even though he was no big drinker, as it were. For some reason getting drunk had never appealed to him, instead making him anxious at the thought of losing control or slipping up in any way while under the influence. 

He’d been looking into ways to get better at duelling, and had made some progress, although in all fairness he could already stand his own in a fight. But seeing the turn his life was taking lately, he now knew there was no such thing as being too prepared, or too good. “I’m listening. What do you have in mind?” And most importantly - what was Lucius Malfoy hoping to get out of this? @kingofthemanor​

“Well, myself and Bella are getting a few people for a special team” Lucius spoke softly. “You know, people of special worth- people who want to see the wizarding world made great again”.

“Of course, I don’t expect you to agree straight away” He continued, trying to be as charming and charm as possible. He knew this was a situation that had to be dealt with delicately. For now, he just wanted to at least plant the seed in the boys head. “But of course, there are certain perks, I myself have a few skills to share, and I can easily make sure that people in future know what happens when they try to mess with you”

“You’ll soon find, people will be treating you with the respect you deserve” He added. Lucius had used the imperius charm a few times in life, when it was really needed. If he needed to use it as a tool to help get recruits, then so be it. It was a charm he was very skilled at. 

@landonboot​

“It’s not like I’m asking you to to kiss a bloody hippogriff,” Bella mused, casually sipping her morning coffee despite her friend’s flare for the dramatics. “I’ve only asked to see if I can borrow you for a couple of hours today.” And by borrow she really meant cancel all his plans and come with her. The last she knew he seemed like he agreed with her and could be a good person to move to the next step with, especially after knowing that her leader wanted to know names now of the individuals she had gotten on board.

@kingofthemanor​

“Bloody hope not, foul creatures they are” Lucius wrinkled his noise in disgust “I’d rather kiss peeves.” It was fun to watch Bella fight for his help. If she was bothering to ask him twice, it must be something important to her. 

He rolled his eyes in feign annoyance “fine fine, but only ‘cause its you” he teased. “So, c’mon, what is it you need my help with?”

@bellaxblack​

“If you are going to be threatening a first years, then yes it does concern me Lucius.” Lottie spoke simple, steadying her stance. She knew that maybe she should be cautious around someone like Lucius Malfoy. Even if it wasn’t for his growing reputation around the school, then because of his links to her family. But it didn’t. Maybe it was the braver rooted deep in her that made her a Gryffindor pulling through. Though, dumb braver maybe someone like Wren would say. Yet still, she stood strong and firm with no signs of yielding. She wasn’t afraid of someone like him. Charlotte had grown up with enough snakes in her home she’d quickly learnt not to be afraid of their venom. “Dumbledore, McGonagall and our other professors yes. They need to learn nothing from you.”

Though of course as soon as he brought Ted into the conversation her demeanor changed. Stiffening, she could feel her jaw clenching which was rare for someone like Charlotte Shaw. “I’d watch yourself Malfoy and urge you to hold your tongue. Try. Say another thing about my boyfriend and see what happens.” Lottie warned. In her mind, Lottie was already calculating how quickly she’d be able to reach her wand if needed - which of course was kept at her thigh above her knee high socks hidden by her skirt -. It was a quick easy way for her to reach it especially with her hand lingering by her side she could easily feel it right by her finger tips. It was a trick her mother had taught her and granted saved fumbling in pockets. One of the last people that Lottie would ever stay ideal when words of negativity spewed, was Edward Tonks. Any of her friends really and particularly recently negative words regarding blood. Straightening herself, her placid expression watched him as she spoke evenly and calmly: “He is a better person than both of us combined. A better man and wizard then you could ever hope to be, despite people like you saying he can be anything but. What my family would say is none of your concern.” Lottie knew if it wasn’t for blood her family might actually approve of Ted. But that would never be the reality they lived in. And really, she would never let them close enough to him to be a judge of it. Especially with how spiteful she knew they could be. Lottie would stand as a barrier as long as she could so they didn’t hurt anyone else. @kingofthemanor​

“It literally doesn’t concern though, does it” Lucius spat back, annoyed that the girl had ruined his fun “last time I checked you’d made yourself in to a nobody.” She hung up with too many blood traitors for his liking. She was lucky her family were who they were. Lucius knew she wouldn’t be able to touch her without causing problems for himself. He would just have to find a different way to get under her skin “so why should I listen to you”

“Oh,but darling they do need to learn something from me” Lucius replied, a smirk rising on his face. Dumbledore may be the face of the school, but Lucius and his friends ran these hallways. “You’ll find I can make people’s lives very difficult if i’m in such a mood- they need to learn what side to pick.” His side. The winning side. 

Lucius laughed at her. “You don’t have it in you to stop me” he replied “that’s the difference between people like you and people like me- I don’t hesitate to get want I want. and if someone gets in the way of that- then...too bad”

“A better man?” He scoffed. Bless her, she really believed that didn’t she, delusional little girl. “I’ll give it you, you’re funny”

“He’s not fit to shine my shoes” Lucius continued “my house elf has more right to this world than he does.” It was in her last words that Lucius was given an idea. It would be far too easy to get her message to her family. They would have the mudblood taken care of. 

@ohdearlottie​

Narcissa never cared for Quiddotch much, she found it was mainly a silly game, sure when Slytherin played she was there to support her house, and to see her best friend and cousin play and support them…and Lucius too yes. And it was fun sure, but some people really took it to the extreme, she couldn’t understand why some people got so passionate about it that would even go into rants and fights about teams and who was winning, so when Slytherin lost she was mainly annoyed at the fact Gryffindors would be unbearable. That said everyone had to admit that Lucius had been one of the best players of the game if not the best of the team and she was happy about that, surely just because it just helped in reputation and so would be in her best interest as well.

After the match many decided to go rant about things somewhere but she just decided she wanted to go back to the common room to enjoy some quiet time to read and then see what her friends were up to. She wasn’t sure how long it had been when she saw Lucius come in, she was a little surprised since she figured the players would be…drinking while Emma ranted on how badly they played or something “You were certainly the best player of the team” She said with a smile but when he got closer to kiss her, she gently moved away. Now…she had enjoyed their little time at the Halloween party, she wouldn’t admit she had been remembering all that…now and then…since it happened, and sure the idea of kissing him right now was appealing but, she wasn’t just someone he can just kiss anytime he wanted and that was it, she was doffrent and so, no more of that until things were formal. “Was the team upset?”

What the fuck was her problem? he thought as he tried to brush of the embarrassment of being rejected in the middle of the common room.  He was stuck somewhere between wanting to shout at her and wanting to run away. He did not understand her, she’d kissed him at a party, then she’d let him kiss her on Halloween, and as far as he was aware she wasn’t that drunk, so why stop him now. He tried to change for her and yet it still didn’t seem good enough. Fuck he’d even turned down sex yesterday. What did she want from him? Surely that fact he’d been paying so much attention to her lately, let her know enough of his intentions. What was she expecting, him to ask her to be his girlfriend? He wasn’t ready for that, not with her, not with anyone. He’d had girlfriends when he was younger, but they weren’t girlfriends in the proper sense, he didn’t share anything with them and he certainly wasn’t loyal too them. It annoyed him more that she’d just played it down as nothing important. He raked a hand through his hair, feeling unusually unsteady. Maybe he could find someone else to pursue. No, he didn’t want that. Why didn’t he want that? Everything was too unclear. Lucius didn’t like feeling like this, he had to be in control.  Especially when it came to his emotions. He’d locked everything behind a door, but it would only take a nudge for it to burst open. 

“Have you met Emma?” He stated raising his eyebrow. If was best to pretend she hadn’t dented his ego and find a quick way to exit instead. “I don’t know what she was more annoyed about, that we lost, or that I was the best player on the field”

@black--daffodil​

“Good morning to you too Lucius. How did you sleep Evan-, shit. Have any evil dreams you care to share Lucius?” Evan spoke pointedly, words of course sarcastically and unamused that he’d been disturbed before even being able to have a sip of his black coffee. Jaw tightening, he quirked an eye brow at the others words before turning his head to glance at the paper before him. It struck a personal cord as he read aloud: “Aurors are in search of a dark wizard believed to be responsible for the deaths of two more muggle families. Deaths have officially been labeled homicides with evidence proving the use of unforgivable curses, the cruciatus curse and the killing curse. If anyone has any information, please inform the ministry of magic.” 

Evan’s chest tightened. Bitterness rooting deep into his veins as he felt his anger boil. Of course it stroke too close to home. After the death of his father by the hand of a mere muggle, the ministry never put a second thought to it. They had done nothing. As if his father’s life was some how less than someone as inferior as a muggle. They hadn’t even tried, labeled it as an accident and tried to cover it up. Yet here they were protected them? It was a surprise he hadn’t broken the mug in his hand with how tight his grip had become. “They deserved it.” The male snarled lowly. Two less muggle families to worry about and hurt anyone. “They have the audacity to protect them yet when the roles are reversed and a wizard is murdered at the hands of a muggle-” The word like venom in his mouth. “- they pretend it was merely an accident? Useless pieces of shit.” The raven hair hissed through gritted teeth. “You know why it’s at the back, for all their precious filthy little mudbloods.” Raising his wand from his robe pocket, he shook his head with displeasure, uttering a bitter: “Incendio.” as he watched the paper ignite into flames under his finger tips. @kingofthemanor​

Lucius simply rolled his eyes at his friends sarcasm, knowing that he’d understand his bad mood as soon as he read the article. He waved his wand to pour himself a cup of coffee. He knew Evan in particular would be raging about this. Given everything that had happened to his family. The ministry had done little or nothing to catch the killer. Probably too afraid is being accused of discrimination. Really it was just fact the muggles were cowardly scum. Lucius of course understood enough to know the ‘dark wizard’ in question was mostly likely something to do whatever Bella was involved in. Frankly he was doing them all a favour, if the ministry weren’t going to do anything, actions had to be taken. They must take control back, or next thing they knew there would be a mudblood as Minister for Magic. 

Lucius watched his friend’s expression turn tense. He knew this would upset Evan, but he needed to see it. People needed to know what the Ministry were up to. Whilst he was still unsure about fully dedicating himself to Bella’s cause, these kind of things pushed him in the right directions. If they didn’t do something this world would be overrun with muggles. “Yes” Lucius replied firmly “I don’t know why it’s news, when did their deaths become so significant. This ministry is a joke”

“I know, i’m sorry mate, it’s ridiculous” Lucius replied “something needs to be done.” Lucius’ mouth turned up in to a smirk as Evan burnt the paper. “First that, then the Ministry right, my friend”

@rxsierx​

Lottie has been catering to young saplings that had just sprouted in one of the herbology green houses. She’d volunteered as it coincided with the time she typically made her way to the area. The fair witch had just finished watering and was about to start re-potting a mandrake when her ears caught sound of a quarrel outside. Typically, she wouldn’t have interjected. After all everyone had a right to voice their feelings in a healthy manner. But this wasn’t that. Just from a glance out of the window it was apparent enough when she saw Lucius Malfoy seemingly irritated at what Lottie could recognize as a first year Gryffindor. Particularly as one of the young girls who’s excitedly praised her after Gryffindor’s quidditch win. She didn’t have to think twice before pulling off her gardening gloves and apron to join the unlikely pair. 

Shaw knew Lucius. Being in the same year and of course with their families in similar social circles; she’d observed enough over the years to know he wasn’t someone that she’d want to associate with. Clearly just from a glance, neither did the tentative first year who was looking apologetic and frail. She’d barely closed to the door to the green house before she was calling over to the pair; hoping it would some what ease the first years to know they weren’t alone. “Lucius- Leave them alone, they weren’t doing any harm.” Charlotte spoke firmly, even if there was still a softness to her tone. There wasn’t a moment she hesitated before establishing herself between the male and the young students. For a moment she thought of what Wren would say. How when Lottie had ended up in the hospital, she’d atleast promised to try and stay out of trouble. It hadn’t exactly lasted long, but really she hoped it was just a simple misunderstanding and they could all gladly go about their days. But with Malfoy? She doubted it. “Are you really picking on first years? Doesn’t that seem a little low to you?” The witch questioned, brows furrowed lightly with concern. @kingofthemanor​

Did anyone is this castle have an ounce of respect anymore. He had been sat outside on the grounds, practising a few hexes. Not ones that he would be asked to demonstrate of course. These were for the future. Something to keep Bella impressed with him. He’d only been sat there a few minutes when something hit him the back of the head. He turned around to see a young Gryffindor girl sniggering at him. No, no, that wouldn’t do at all. She would have to learn who was boss around here.  He marched over her, using the significant height difference to seem even more intimidating. 

He was just about to pull out his wand, to make sure the young girl had fully understood his message, when a voice told him to stop. He swung round to see what idiot had decided to get involved. Charlotte Shaw. Had she not learnt her lesson last time. Bellatrix and Landon had sent her to the hospital wing. They were getting too cocky these days. With every interaction he’d had with these scum lately, Bella’s idea for the future seemed more and more promising. 

“I don’t think this concerns you” Lucius snarled, he turn back round to finish the job, only to notice the girl had ran off “now look what you’ve done, first years need to be taught quickly who to respect around here- it’s a courtesy really”

“Speaking of low” Lucius continued. Easily recalling a way he could get under her skin “isn’t it a bit beneath you to be dating that mudblood oaf- whatever would your family say”. Their families knew each other fairly well, having attended many events together. Charlotte had grown up to be quite the disappointment, a waste really. 

@ohdearlottie​

@kingofthemanor​

James walked up to the Slytherin table with a grin of self-confidence that could have hardly be matched by anyone. He stopped in front of Lucius Malfoy— “congrats on the game, Malfoy. You were the only one we noticed out there,” flashing him a smile before taking a bite of the apple he’d grabbed off his own table on his way. 

Lucius looked at the boy with confusion. No doubt he had a hidden agenda. He was a vile, pathetic, arrogant boy, it was not like like him to give compliments.Of course,  it wasn’t a real compliment, more a backhanded on at best. Lucius wasn’t going to bite yet though, he wanted to see how long Potter would keep this up for.

“Yes, well i’ve always known i’m exceptionally talented” he replied “it’s taken you long enough to notice”

@potterstagger​

charity was bright eyed and bushy tailed – completely ready to face the day ahead of her. she always tried to have a positive outlook on life, even when things weren’t looking up. making her way towards the ravenclaw table, charity had her eyes set on a cinnamon roll that was calling her name when her feet twisted below her, making her trip and fall into someone who was focusing on their breakfast – her nose collided with the back of their head and it immediately began to throb. as she gathered her bearings, charity caught sight of the culprit – some third year who misdirected a spell – and realized she had fallen into someone who made her blood run cold. she attempted to open her mouth to apologize, but nothing came out as she clutched her nose. @kingofthemanor​

Ouch. what the fuck? Lucius turned to see what had mostly given him a headache for the rest of the day. Honestly was this school full of imbeciles. A guy couldn’t even enjoy his breakfast in peace anymore. His eyes widened at the scene he saw and he couldn’t help but chuckle. By the look on her face, their last conversation had done exactly what he’d intended.

“Do you not remember what happens when you ruin my peace” he snarled “Or do you need another demonstration?” From the look of it, she’d not attacked him on purpose, but it was too fun not to carry this on. An opportunity he was not willing to pass up. People like her needed to be put in their place whenever possible.

@charityxrose​

Septima rolled her eyes. “C’mon, Malfoy. According to Slughorn you’re almost as good as me at Potions. It’s just one tiny favor, and you’ll be owed one back by a Prefect. I just can’t brew this thing alone – the recipe needs four hands,” she said with a pointed look, forgoing to mention the volatility and illegality of said brewing. He probably knew about it anyway… most likely. @kingofthemanor​

Despite the minor insult in her sentence, Lucius never had been able to resist a pretty face. Besides, he couldn’t deny he was a little intrigued about what she was up to.“Well it couldn’t hurt to have a prefect on side” Lucius replied charmingly “that might come in very useful”

“I’m in” He stated “just don’t take up my whole day with this- I do have better things to do”

@vectorss​

Landon would have quirked a brow at the boy’s swagger and confidence, but his whole face hurt so much he barely could. He still hadn’t seen himself in a mirror, but if his permanently shut left eye and painful everything else was any indication, he probably looked as awful as he felt. “What kind of pick me up?” he asked, interested. Life in the Hospital Wing was pretty boring indeed, especially whenever Pomfrey left him alone and he didn’t even have anyone to complain to. 

He was surprised to see Malfoy visit him, and mostly wary. He knew the boy was a Slytherin before everything else, and he had no idea what Macnair had been telling his house. Landon tried to sit up in bed a bit, but his ribcage hurt too much so he just lied back down with a sigh. “I’m afraid I’m not going to be great company for another few days, though I appreciate the visit.” @kingofthemanor​

“The liquor kind” Lucius answered “I’d bet that it’s much better at stopping the pain than whatever remedy she’s got you on” The boy looked like shit and he could only imagine the alcohol would help him forget some things too. “Has to be our little secret though, or she’ll probably have my balls” Pomfrey was terrifying sometimes. 

“I didn’t exactly come here for the company” Lucius explained. His plan was based on the boy being embarrassed about being publicly beat by Walden “thought I might offer my services, give you some extra things to use in any future duels”

“If you’re interested, of course” Lucius continued. Giving the boy the impression he had a choice in this. He didn’t really. If Lucius couldn’t hook him this way, he’d find another.

@landonboot​

“Merlin” Lucinda sighed trying her very best to keep her voice steady her face hard as she looked up at Lucius from her cup of tea. She sat across the table from him her own plate of eggs untouched “if we lose this bloody match tomorrow because you refuse to practice your sloth grip roll I swear I will sneak into your room and jink that precious hair of yours to turn bright red” she ended her sentence with a sweet smile. 

@kingofthemanor​ 

“How dare you!” Lucius feigned annoyance “I know there are a lot of good things about me, but my hair is the best, you don’t touch the hair, it’s off limits”

Lucius rolled his eyes, judging that she wasn’t going to budge. Why was his team feel of stubborn idiots. “Fine” he stated “just don’t expect me to be pleased you’re dragging me to practice”

@lucy-talkalot​

“Have you seen this shit” Lucius said, slamming the Daily Prophet down in front of his friend. It was a small article near the back of the paper, telling of how extra protection was been given to muggle villages after a string of small acts. Ridiculous. “Why are we wasting resources on them, don’t they have their own people. What a joke”

“In the back of the paper too” Lucius continued. This is what he hated about them, so weak that they were taking resources from his own world. More proof of why they should cut their bond with them. Send the muggleborns back where they came from “try to sneak it under our noses, like we’re too stupid to notice”