Lucius’ mother never passed away- Lucius is raised by her, as planned by his parents:
“Bonjour , bienvenue à Alphonse Chocolat . Nous nous spécialisons dans la magie améliorée chocolats , fait frais tous les jours par moi-même et ma mère.” He introduced her to the shop in elegant French, mentioning the chocolates were magically infused, and that they were made by him and his mother. He gestured to a portrait of a beautiful woman with jet black hair and eyes- her portrait did not move, as full Veela were not allowed to have moving photographs. While Lucius did not have her hair or eye color, he had her elegant features, and smooth, silky hair. “Je suis ici pour aider. Mon nom est Lucius Alphonsine.” He had his doubts that the young woman in front of the counter spoke French- their shop was in a busy tourist area of Paris. Many witches and wizards came here for a variety of beautiful goods.
It was then that he stopped and looked at her. It was possible she was a tourist.
“Eh… parlez vous Francais? English… a little.”
This was the first place she had entered since she had arrived in the magical side of Paris. One would have believed it would have been the book store, which they would have been right but the witch’s urge to have something sweet had more weigh in her decision this time around. When she entered the building a handsome cheery face welcomed her along with the delectable scent of chocolate. She smiled at the wizard, looking up at the portrait he gestured too. The woman was very beautiful and she could understand a little bit of who she was and what his name was, other than that she had no clue. The translation charm she had cast didn’t work as she had hoped and trying to remember what she learned when she was younger was quite impossible.
Since the day she had enter Hogwarts her studies on learning French had subsided greatly and now she cursed herself for not sticking with it. Clearing her throat, her teeth grasped her lower lip as she forced her early learning back to the forefront of her mind. “Je suis Hermione Granger. Mon français est très peu.” She said slowly, hoping he understood what she said and that what she said was what she was trying to tell him.