a/n: Big thanks to Tazmainian Devil for helping me get around FF's issues!
status quo
It's just the way things are.
Azkaban, he thought, had only become kinder since he'd been there during the war. The absence of dementors helped anyways and Lucius always made sure to send a smug thanks to the muggle loving fool that was Dumbledore for that.
However, kinder doesn't mean more interesting.
He'd taken to documenting his days on the wall with the quill he managed to finagle from one of his guards. The days, to say the least, were quite boring.
Day five: food, sleep, staring at the walls, food.
Day six: food, staring at the walls, Narcissa visits, food.
This was the manner of things for one entire wall of his cell. The visits were occasional from Narcissa and even less frequent from his son. Not that he minded that of course; not seeing Draco was far better than seeing him everyday next to him. Since Lucius' detainment, Narcissa had been keeping him up to date with things and had informed him their son had gotten himself married. Although apparently, it was to that Greengrass girl. The younger one, she'd amended, Nott's son had attached himself to Daphne.
If he was going to be honest, at this point Lucius couldn't have given less of a damn.
...
Several months into his detainment, he'd had a new visitor.
When she first walked in, the blue haired boy in her arms, he could have sworn it was Bellatrix come back to haunt him. Then, upon close inspection, he realized it was only her sister, the filthy bloodtraitor. And in her arms... well, technically he supposed it was his grandnephew. Technically.
She didn't speak to him, something he was glad for because that would have required him speaking back.
No, instead she stared at him, like a caged animal (which in a way he was), her eyes filled with loathing. He stared right back, apathetically. This only seemed to infuriate the woman, something he found immensely amusing. Before she left, she stepped up next to the cell to spit in his face. The child spat up too, but Lucius severely doubted it was meant to be directed at him. He was simply exhibiting the normal qualities of a disgusting little child.
When Andromeda left, he recorded the visit on his wall, the black ink of that day blending in with all the others. Now if this had been some sort of fable, meant to teach and inform, then he probably would say how the visit forever altered his life and he changed for the better, using her visit as a touchstone.
However, this is no fable or fairy tale and all that came from the visit was a couple of words among others.
And Lucius still gave no damns at all.
fin.
a/n: I see Andromeda going to visit her brother in law to perhaps seek closure for the deaths of her husband and daughter by seeing Lucius locked up. But instead the visit only making her more angry.