LII. Obeyed

"You are not to go running around after that madman, Lucius, do you understand?" Abraxas Malfoy had jumped to his feet, slamming his glass of firewhisky down on the table and shattering it, causing glass and liquid to scatter all over the floor.

Lucius looked on, his expression impassive, but inside he was seething.

"Unfortunately for you, father, I have already pledged my alligence to his cause," Lucius replied coldly. "I would have thought that you of all people would have understood the truth of the Dark Lord's message."

"Dark Lord indeed," Abraxas sneered. "It all sounds awfully distasteful to me. Mark my words, boy, you'll find out one day that the man you're so blindly wanting to follow is a mudblood himself. Lord indeed, wizards don't have lords."

"You will see the truth in time, father."

"No, Lucius. You will stop this thoughtless gallivanting and look after your wife like you are supposed to," Abraxas replied coldly, waving away the spilt firewhisky and the pieces of broken glass with a flick of his wand. "You may be besotted with this charismatic imbecile, but I am your father and for as long as I live you will obey me. Is that understood?"

"Yes, father" Lucius said through gritted teeth. He had to obey his father for as long as he was alive? Then so be it; his father would not live for very much longer.