She turned around to find a strange man facing her.
"Hello?" she asked, hesitantly. The man smirked. "Good evening, Miss," he replied, seeming perfectly at ease with his surroundings, which surprised her, because there was a strange man she had never seen before, in her home. Well, to be fair, it was only her room, which she shared with her roommate, but still! She was certain this wasn't someone her roommate knew either. She'd have to ask Mia about it later, though.
Besides, he did not look like he was from around here. For one, he had long silver hair, just past his shoulders, which almost shone in the light streaming in through the window. She wanted to just reach forward and run her hands through - stop it, Mona! she chided herself. This was ridiculous. She had just met this man, who had inexplicably entered her room without a key and all she could think about was how nice his hair would feel again her hand! Well, not just his hair...that tiny bit of stubble would be-UGH STOP THINKING ABOUT THIS!
The man, meanwhile, was just standing there calmly, staring right back at her. She swallowed, then cleared her throat. "Ummm, can I help you?" No wait, that sounds like a sales assistant. "Actually, no, a better question would be, who are you and what are you doing in my room?"
"I was hoping you could answer that, actually, Miss...I'm sorry. I didn't quite catch your name."
"My name is Mona Paul, and I have no idea how into got into the girls hostel!" she exclaimed, hoping he wouldn't notice the blush creeping onto her cheeks. She was lucky it never did show much on her dark skin.
"Ahh...the girls hostel...I assume this is some sort of muggle concept you expect me to grasp?" he said, looking a bit confused. To her surprise, he looked even better with that slight frown on his perfectly chiseled face. Hold on a second. Did he just say "Muggle"?
"Did you just say...muggle? As in like Harry Potter?" she asked, incredulously. His head snapped up immediately at the mention of the name.
"I see even Muggles have heard of the Boy-Who-Lived!" He said it with a sneer, almost as if the name were disgraceful. Then his expression turned back to pensive.
She was utterly confused. Why is he talking as if Harry Potter is real? The books are brilliant, obviously, but he can't possibly think all of it is true! Maybe he is some kind of madman. It might be better to humour him, while I discretely call security to escort this idiot away.
"So what are you, a wizard then?" she asked, unable to keep the mocking tone out of her voice.
"Of course!" he replied, with some pride, obviously not realising she was taunting him. "Surely you've heard of me if you've heard of that Potter scum!"
She rolled her eyes. Ah, so believes himself to be a Death Eater of some sort then. Let's see, long silver hair, heightened sense of self-worth, he has got to be...
"Lucius?" Mia asked, standing in the doorway. Mona's jaw dropped. She hadn't seen her roommate walk in, but that wasn't why she was surprised.
"You...you know this guy?" she asked her friend. The other girl quickly nodded, closing the door behind her.
Then, Mia sighed quietly and glared at 'Lucius". "Well? Sit down will you?" she commanded. The tall man obeyed, taking a seat on one of the twin beds in the tiny room.
"Will someone please explain what is going on?" Mona asked, utterly confused.
Mia took a deep breath. "It's a long story..."
Notes: his is a Lucius/OC story that will earn it's M later on. For those of you that have read my works, you know I don't usually write this kind of stuff. OCs, AUs, shameless wish-fulfilment, so forth. This story will be all of the above and more. Because I felt like it.