His father’s sobs intensified with the passing of his wife’s last breath. Lucius called for his mother, he begged his father to do something, but the scene continued without any response to him. It was like he wasn’t in the room. Lucius had finally broke down, in pain, with an overwhelming feeling loneliness overshadowing his very being.

*WARNING: Sensitive topic/ issue

 He lay on the bed, closing his eyes, placing the picture on his chest and allowed the sorrow and the grip of exhaustion pull him in. As the vision of his mother began to fade away, another vision began to surface.

Sage D’Arc.

Lucius groaned at the statement, “at least she leaves you alone. Narcissa’s on my case all the time; watching me from behind in classes, stealing looks at me at the meal table, giving me notes- well, that last bit I could definitely use, but everything else, it’s ridiculous.”

 “The woman loves you.”



 “Yeah well, not enough to remain faithful apparently.”