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         “Aware like I’m aware of a fly buzzing around.” All right, they had class together. That didn’t mean he had to follow so close behind, or stare at her so much, or grin so damn loudly (honestly, she didn’t need to turn around to feel that stupid smile of his, lopsided and so sure of himself). “I need a fly swatter.”

He hadn’t realised that she had woken up. And perhaps he would have felt a bit of embarrassment at being caught at carrying out such a self-indulgent expression of ego if he had been any less of a man and had his mantra been any less true – he absolutely knew exactly how radiant he was, and although he did not particularly need Narcissa’s opinion on the matter, it still made him shine perhaps a bit more than he normally would to hear that his wife was appreciative of his lustrousness. He could not imagine life with a wife who was not willing to indulge him his narcissism.

“Aright,” Lucius agreed, indulging her as she had him, finishing his brushstroke before standing away from the mirror. He was naked, but he was unashamed in his nudity as he moved to sit on the bed within her reach – it was not exactly proper to remain in such a state of undress when in the presence of another, especially his wife, but he knew her to still be equally as naked under the blankets, and if they were to be indecent, let them both be. He handed her the brush – “I won’t fault you if you fail to remove every tangle,” he told her, his hair having been worked into quite a state the night before, “but try not to tug.”

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             “...so, the wedding. Will it be okay if I come?”

“I don’t need to worry about you?” Obi-Wan repeated back in question with no insignificant amount of scepticism – his arms were crossed and his eyebrows creased with concern, “Anakin,” he began in the manner in which most of his lectures began, “I always need to worry about you,” he said, “not worrying, worries me.”

He cared a significant amount about Anakin, and there was very little that Anakin could do to reassure Obi-Wan at this point that would completely convince him that everything was alright – he had known Anakin for far too long, and had come to be able to identify Anakin’s actions when they related to something that was troubling him. And Anakin’s behaviour had certainly begun to shift and alter the longer the war went on and the longer they spent apart.

“There is very little you could do that would not worry me, Anakin, but that’s only because I care,” he explained his motivations rather plainly, knowing that Anakin would appreciate the display of sentiment, “you know that you can speak to me if anything is troubling you.”

          “If you think you’re going to get to Lily by getting on my goodside --” Petunia didn’t even glance up from the magazine she was flipping through, “You’re going to be disappointed.” Her smile was dangerous. “I don’t have a good side. And if you think you’re going to manage to needle Snape via me, well he loathes me as much as I dislike him.” And yet, if you knew Petunia (which very few did), you could have suspected the fondness to the statement. “So you see, whatever your aim is here, Potter, you’re already shit out of luck.”