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"Oh, shit" Lucius hissed as he scurried around the room to pick up the trousers he previously had on and pull them up in a hurry, so he could open the door for his wife. "Just a second, love, I- I'm almost there" He called out to her, not even realising that he might have used the worst expression possible in that situation he was in. "Pack your things and hide in the bathroom. Don't say a word!" He ordered the woman in a whisper and on a sinister tone, fearing that if Narcissa'd found out about her presence her wrath would blind her and she would take everything out on that poor woman without listening to him first. "I'm coming" He called out again as he fastened his belt and marched up to the door to unlock it. "My angel! How was the shopping? I see you've bought a couple of things" He stated as he glanced down at the bags in her hands, then he leaned forwards to peck her lips.

After being chased relentlessly, he finally corners you. It’s the end and you know it, but then he lowers his crooked, spiked, hideous and amateurly crafted weapon. His breathing a low, rasping rumble.