It couldn’t be put any more simply. She loved Lucius, from his tousled, sleek blonde hair to the ruthless shine of his shoes. That prefect badge. The way he held his quill. Glacial superiority always went out of her mind when she peered at him over the top of a textbook in a common room.
But, like all things in her life, her relationship with Lucius was carved out in stone by her mother. Distances, haughty smiles and glaciers. Being a glacier. Playing the part of the ice woman.