Lucius walked through the narrow corridors of the Death Eaters' headquarters with a scowl etched on his face. There was to be a special meeting between his Lord, himself and his other second-in-command, however when the first house-elf that had been sent to call the other woman had returned with a large gash across his stomach, he had been sent instead.
He was a Malfoy, head of an important and noble pureblood household and here he was, fetching people like a common house-elf. But since he valued his life, he dare not disobey his Lord's orders, even going as far as kissing the pale man's feet. Simply despicable but Lucius would do what it took to keep his esteemed position within the inner circle. He could handle the unstable witch, right?
He knocked on the door of the woman's room once before pushing it open, pausing at the sight before him. His mad sister-in-law jumping on her bed like a teenaged girl, throwing her wild black curls everywhere as she sang along to music coming through the wireless in the corner.
"Shake it off, shake it off!" she screamed, her voice completely out of sync to the singer's, as she shook her body suggestively.
Then she stopped and turned towards him in the open doorway. Oh dear!
"Get out! Get out!" she screamed, turning off the wireless and grabbing anything she could get her hands on to throw at him: a lamp on the table, heavy dark artefacts on her shelves, books from her priceless bookcase.
"I'll come back later," Lucius said, ducking everyone while slowly backing away from the door.
The last thing he saw was the dark-haired woman grabbing her wand and aiming at him before he closed it behind him. A loud slashing noise was heard from beyond and he let out a sigh of relief, before he remembered why he came here in the first place.
"The Dark Lord has requested your presence, Bellatrix," he shouted through the door before running back the way he came.
A/N: Crack is whack, mmkay.