Chapter 10: Lucius Malfoy's Anniversary Special
(A/N: A little something to celebrate the fact that this is the fiftieth story of my Everyday Antics Of Lucius Malfoy series! Rejoice, my dearest minions! And something of affection to those of you who have actually read all fifty of them. Here's looking at you, Lady Twatterby and Golden Eleanor, my two sources of eternal inspiration, and at JK Rowling, for giggling so charmingly in that documentary about Morrissey.)
It was three in the morning, and in the middle of the drawing room, amidst a sea of empty sherry bottles, Lucius Malfoy was, very slowly and wobblingly, dancing. "Hi, my name is, huh? ..my name is, what? ....my name is....Lucius Malfoy!" he sang, waving his hands a little. He had rather let himself go tonight, as it is not often one gets to celebrate such a special anniversary, and the result was this slightly disquieting scene. On a lovely silver canapé a black crumpled heap was lying. It, too, was covered in empty bottles and Creme Egg wrappers. From time to time it groaned sleepily. Behind a green curtain in the far right corner, a big lump could be observed, which was trembling slightly and surrounded by more Creme Egg wrappers.
"Hi, my name is, what? ....my name is, huh? ....my name is....Lucius Malfoy!" Lucius sang, slurring. "Hi, my name is, huh?.....my name is, what?....my name is..."
"Remus Lupin!" added the black crumpled heap in a dark, sarcastic voice.
"No, it's not!" said the lump behind the curtain shrilly. "That's my name!"
"Shut it, you..." drawled Lucius, and fell over.
(A/N: A little something to celebrate the fact that this is the fiftieth story of my Everyday Antics Of Lucius Malfoy series! Rejoice, my dearest minions! And something of affection to those of you who have actually read all fifty of them. Here's looking at you, Lady Twatterby and Golden Eleanor, my two sources of eternal inspiration, and at JK Rowling, for giggling so charmingly in that documentary about Morrissey.)
It was three in the morning, and in the middle of the drawing room, amidst a sea of empty sherry bottles, Lucius Malfoy was, very slowly and wobblingly, dancing. "Hi, my name is, huh? ..my name is, what? ....my name is....Lucius Malfoy!" he sang, waving his hands a little. He had rather let himself go tonight, as it is not often one gets to celebrate such a special anniversary, and the result was this slightly disquieting scene. On a lovely silver canapé a black crumpled heap was lying. It, too, was covered in empty bottles and Creme Egg wrappers. From time to time it groaned sleepily. Behind a green curtain in the far right corner, a big lump could be observed, which was trembling slightly and surrounded by more Creme Egg wrappers.
"Hi, my name is, what? ....my name is, huh? ....my name is....Lucius Malfoy!" Lucius sang, slurring. "Hi, my name is, huh?.....my name is, what?....my name is..."
"Remus Lupin!" added the black crumpled heap in a dark, sarcastic voice.
"No, it's not!" said the lump behind the curtain shrilly. "That's my name!"
"Shut it, you..." drawled Lucius, and fell over.