What the Cards Say
Lucius felt his stomach tighten when he approached the younger Lestrange. Rabastan scared him more than Walden McNair did, but he needed to speak to the other man and it couldn’t wait. Not when Lucius was in such desperate need, and he knew Lestrange could do what he asked.
“Lestrange,” he greeted, though his gaze darted slightly past Rabastan when he saw Narcissa dart through the crowd, practically glowing. His beautiful wife. The light of his life. The best thing to ever happen to him. He would do anything to protect her. To protect the life they were building together. “I don’t suppose you’ve tarot cards hidden in that kilt of yours?”
Alongside your knives, he didn’t say, though he knew there would certainly be plenty.
“I’m sorry to pull you away from the dancing but- well. I’ve a favor to ask you, and I’m afraid it can’t wait.”
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