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“No.”

His steps grew in length as he proceeded, opening all doors in his path, until he was sprinting down the hallway.

Lucius thought about calling on one of the elves for assistance, but the thought of needing help to track down James Rosier in his own home was laughable at best.

Luckily he wouldn’t have to go that far. He found the man he was looking for in a study, examining a cabinet, no doubt planning on what to pilfer.

Lucius would never understand how or why James made it into the Dark Lord’s inner circle. He had never shown particular talent, very strong beliefs in the cause, or a fanatical quasi-suicidal loyalty. Much as Lucius wanted to get rid of mudbloods he wouldn’t have joined the Death Eaters if he didn’t anticipate rewards for his services, if he didn’t expect greatness, and James Rosier was antithetical to greatness.

“Won’t you come back to the party?” The blonde spoke with forced civility. If James was willing to give back anything he’d taken, go back to the main and start acting halfway decent, Lucius would be willing to refrain from hexing him “We’ve been missing you.”

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He was about to return home to test out the purchases, when a familiar figure made him stop dead in his tracks. Standing just in front of the archway that lead to Knockturn alley was none other than Sirius Black.

Lucius made a point not to associate with Sirius (and any other blood-traitors for that matter) and he would ignore the other in normal circumstances, but that was far too close to a hub for dark magic and Sirius couldn’t be up to any good.

“Sirius. What a surprise to see you here.” He smiled, but it was strained. His thoughts were closer to ‘what a surprise you have the courage to come so close to to a place frequented by people who would gladly kill you, myself included’ but he was in public and had to act accordingly. “It’s been so long. What have you been up to?”

Perks aside, there was another good part about his title. “One is never served so well as by oneself”. If he wanted things to work out a certain way, he was the one who had to do it, because none would do it for him – and if the students who had been transporting the crystal balls in the divination room to the greenhouses needed to be caught, he was determined to be the one to do it.

That was easier said than done, though, especially when he had to way for another prefect to get started. Hermione Granger, a Ravenclaw a year younger than him, whom he’d had the pleasure to never have talked to before. It was nothing personal: Lucius didn’t like many people, and none of the people he did like were or had been in that house – odds were she would be just as any other. And she wasn’t late, but Lucius wanted to start as soon as possible, and he would still hold her not being there as early as him against her.

Thankfully, it wasn’t long until he spotted the girl, making her way down the hall

“Granger” He greeted, turning his body sideways and extended a hand in a gesture that would be called chivalrous by someone who didn’t know him very well “Shall we?”

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