plans of men (fuck mice) | lucius & narcissa
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“Narcissa?”
Lucius speaks very quietly as he approaches the youngest (and by far the most beautiful) Black sister, tone sweet and expression, as it ALWAYS is, relatively arrogant.
He has an especially IMPORTANT idea in mind, after all, and so when he slides gracefully into one seat to regard her with his ice-coloured eyes, he does his best not to make his presence overpowering. He doesn’t want to be as unpleasant or as provocative as he is with dear Bella when he sees her out of school these days.
Narcissa is in the year below him, dainty and sweet and, for Lucius’ purposes, utterly perfect. And he will be perfect for HER as well.
“Do you have any idea as to whom you will marry? Once you’ve left Hogwarts?”














