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Lucius hadn’t precisely enjoyed sitting for a portrait- that long under anyone’s scrutiny was enough to make him shiver with discomfort- but Caleb Goldstein had been a professional about it, and Lucius couldn’t deny a certain level of anticipation to see the finished product. It was about time he and Narcissa had their likeness hanging in the manor for generations to come. It also gave him the perfect excuse to take down the last portrait of his parents. 

He stepped into the studio and glanced around expectantly, posture stiff. “Mr. Goldstein?”