Post by LUCIUS ABRAXAS MALFOY on Jun 11, 2014 5:25:29 GMT -5
don't get too close
@open;; note: <3333
The reading room was dark and cold, except for the violent flame that was dancing in the fireplace. Lucius never allowed the house-elves to make fire in the fireplace unless it was cold beyond his endurance. Fire reminded him of bad luck, and bad memories, too. Its flame took him back to that legendary day at Hogwarts, to the battle where Voldemort was defeated, from which he ran away like a coward. Its tickling sound forced him to question himself whether he should have been killed or not, whether it had been a wise choice to run and save his life or not. But he was always convinced to believe that he had been perfectly right to walk away. The dead do not make history; the survivors do.
One thing about the Malfoy: they endure. Luxury and wealth came with their name. Somehow, they always end up in this very mansion, alive and kicking, paying no attention to the raging storm outside the closed windows and the shut doors.
Pulling his glasses up, the old man continued his reading. Age had cost him his good sight. Nonetheless, all the maps he had made were surprisingly precise, as though there had been a touch of magic on each and every line he drew. And there actually was. People did not work on Christmas Eve so the old man gave himself a rest, too. If it was any other day he would be sitting by his desk, calculating and measuring. A happy Christmas Eve to Lucius was a silent reading night by the fire and then bed time. Spending time with his beloved family was something beyond his reach. Not that they were mistreating him in any ways. It was just the awkwardness that separated them. Draco was a good son but he was also a husband and a father. Scorpius would rather do extra homework than talk to the old man. Lucius Malfoy would never admit it, ever, because of the little pride that he still had left, that he was feeling lightly the despair and loneliness of old age.
He needed no one by his side. He was not a child to be taken care of or looked after. He could take care of himself.
credit to Delusional
