Chapter 3: Lucius
'"...Queen Mummy said, "Then tomorrow you can meet Prince Liam."
On Tuesday, Princess Emmie and Prince Liam went to the fairground. They went on the merry-go-round and played Whack-A-Rat, and at the end of the day they went back to the palace.
"Well, Princess Emmie, did you like Prince Liam?" said Queen Mummy. "No!" said Princess Emmie, "I did not like Prince Liam. He's too smelly!""' Lucius read to his son, holding up the book to show him the pictures, 'Did you like Prince Liam, Draco?'
'Father, please. I'm 16. Can I please just go to sleep?'
Lucius snored and snorted up some sand. He subsequently coughed as if he was about to die and then brushed the sand from his face and robes. He fixed his hair and picked up his cane, wishing desert islands provided decent mirrors. He frowned. Lucius had rather liked Prince Liam. From the crudely-drawn pictures Liam looked like a handsome young fellow. And he'd taken Princess Emmie to a fairground! Lucius enjoyed merry-go-rounds and Whack-A-Rat, but he felt there should have been at least one mention of candy-floss somewhere.
He spotted Ron and Draco standing some way away. Draco was bent down, apparently drawing something in the sand, and Weasley was no doubt criticising him.
'Good work, Draco,' Lucius said, walking up behind them. 'Don't forget to wave brightly-coloured cloth at any passing ships you spot.'
'Thank you, father,' Draco said, 'Do you not have your wand?'
Lucius searched his pockets and produced his wand, 'Of course, but unfortunately I don't have any way of getting us off the island, seeing as I don't know where we are. I could Splinch myself if I tried to Apparate!'
'But you're a grown-up!' Ron moaned, 'You're supposed to know loads of decent spells!'
'I do know decent spells, Weasley, but they are of no use to us. I can, of course, provide tools we can use, but I am afraid we're quite stuck here until a ship comes by.'
Ron threw his arms up in the air hopelessly, 'Oh excellent. A fat lot of good you did us. When we reach the stage where we're eating each other, you'll be the first person I think of.'
Lucius looked offended, 'Really, Weasley, there's no call for that. Besides, I doubt your father could do better.'
Ron sighed, exasperated, and walked over to Hermione.
'Hermione,' he said shaking her shoulder gently, 'Please wake up. I'm gonna be driven mad by these idiots if you don't wake up soon...'
Lucius was also inspecting the island. 'Driftwood!' he exclaimed, 'I hear that's good for making shelters! And you can probably use leaves to make it waterproof. You simply need a cutting tool.' He held up his wand, 'Check!'
Draco sighed. It was bad enough being on the island with a Mudblood, a Weasley and Potter without having an embarrassing parent along for the ride. He surreptitiously clasped his hands together in prayer that Isobella Smarming's "The Princess Dream" had not made it onto the island too.
Lucius's foot hit something. He picked it up. 'Look, Draco! We can even continue the story!'
Draco gazed witheringly at the heavens. 'I hate you too,' he muttered.
