Friends
She had always been there. Ever since before he could remember she had been around. She is and has always been a fixture in his life, like his parents or the creepy painting of Aymon Malfoy that is permanently stuck in the formal dining room that still gives him the creeps. She has been present at every great moment and every worst and all of the boring ones in between (note: most of the boring times occurred in History of Magic). She is Andromeda Black and she has been his best friend since before he knew what a best friend was.
So where in the bleeding fuck was she?
Lucius gave a grunt of annoyance at being kept waiting. No one kept him waiting; he was always the one who made others wait. Case in point: he had arrived fifteen minutes late this afternoon. But that had been nearly half an hour ago. So where was she? The tapping of expensive dragon hide boots filled the entry chamber as Lucius' impatience escalated. Moments went by until the single tapping of his foot was joined by the clicking of stacked wooden heels.
"I am so sorry!" Andromeda came rushing towards him; her long, dark hair trailing behind her along with her silver and green scarf and outer robe. "I just- there was this thing and I completely lost track of time and I'm sorry I'm late." She arrived next to him, breathing hard with too bright eyes and her pale skin flushed. His eyes narrowed in realization: he knew that look. "We can go now." She smiled and linked her arm around his and pulled him along towards the main doors.
Lucius went along quietly enough, glancing down at his friend whose lips were also plumper than usual, and deducted that his best friend had indeed been with a guy and had lied about it. His brows drew together as the wheels in his mind began turning. Why not tell him who she was whiling away the morning with? They had never been shy about sharing who and what they were doing. He has always shared his exploits and in turn so had she. So why was Andromeda being so pleasantly and irritatingly quiet on their stroll to Hogsmead?
"Isn't there anything you'd like to discuss this afternoon?" There were often moments where the direct approach was the only way to handle the Black sisters. Mostly these moments occurred far away from projectile objects. Lucius glanced along the wooded path for any such objects. "Such as what you did this morning?"
"Hmm?" Andromeda gazed up at him and his question with glassy eyes. The question sunk in and Andromeda snapped back into the present. "No, nothing much. Just went to the library."
"The library?"
"The library." She replied with a warm reminiscent tone in her voice that is not usually applied when referring to a visit to the library on a Saturday morning. But was often applied to conversations that girls had near the fireplace when talking about boys, he himself had been the topic of conversation on more than one occasion and therefore knew that tone perfectly well and the actions that went behind it.
"Just a nice, quiet morning in the library, getting lost in the stacks? Sounds lovely." A glance down to the once again starry eyed companion and saw the same unfocused look in her eyes.
"Mmm, lovely."
Lucius could practically feel the purr of contentment in her voice as she no doubt revisited her earlier escapades. "Good." Replied Lucius as he began plotting his undoubtedly cleaver plan to find our just exactly what-and who-dear old Andromeda was so occupied with this morning. After all, what are friends for?