Lucius watches her finger her artificial colored haired, giggling, flirting like a typical whore. She leans down, her breasts practically popping out of her shirt to kiss someone on the cheek and caught Lucius eye. He thinks of leaving as she approaches, he liked to gamble, but the stakes were high on this.
"Malfoy what can I do for you?" He finds her sitting in his lap. Looking in her green eyes he can't see the fiery spirit that once was Ginny Weasley; a spirit hated, now he'd give anything to see it. Not all victims of war get buried.