A/N: Lucius/Lockhart, with the prompt "calm"
Valentines in a Snow Globe
9. Lucius-Lockhart
Lucius was a perfectly crafted specimen, or so his family always said. Voldermort was one of the few who could point out flaws in him.
Lockhart, unfortunately, was another. Lockhart with his apparently charming smile that Lucius lacked. Not that Lucius needed a smile; he charmed many a woman without it, and severity became him. In Lucius' humble opinion, smiling became no-one, least of all the lying fool.
Oh, he knew just how Lockhart swindled his living out of other foolish men and women. And he had been a fool to expose himself as the fraud he was; he would fall, someone would notice – Lucius knew that the moment he heard of the recruitment.
He wasn't concerned though; the entire subject was a joke. It didn't matter if a joker was teaching it – and yet, it did matter. Lucius didn't take offence at or envy many things, but Lockhart calling out his absent smile was one thing his mind constantly drifted back to.
And the infuriating smirk the other had given him when he'd said it.
