Lucky Lucius. He hated when we called him that; so, of course, we made sure
to use it as much as possible.
But it was the only name that every really fit him. Lucius never wanted for anything in his life. When a new broom came out, he had it. As soon as he finished a book, he had another. When he tired of a robe, he got a new one. When his owl bit him, his parents got him another. If his girlfriend looked at another boy, some other girl would take her place.
And he loved it. Anything new made him instantly happy. Let's face it- there were a lot of us who were just as spoiled as Lucius. But nobody was as happy as him.
I can remember when he took the Mark. He was a seventh year then and Head Boy. Narcissa and he were dating. Lucius paraded his arm around the common room, because, of course, he was the first. It was brand new. We all thought it was amazing. And he lapped it up.
He must be the only person ever born that was completely content with his life. Everything suited him. He really believed in everything that You-Know- Who said. He loved all that purity talk. There was no more perfect fate for him than to be born a Malfoy at that exact time.
Then when it all crumbled, he stayed on top. He had a son, who was just like his father, minus the luck. His lord came back almost from the dead, with Lucius by his side. Everything was perfect for him.
And then he got sent to Azkaban. And I laughed until I cried.
But it was the only name that every really fit him. Lucius never wanted for anything in his life. When a new broom came out, he had it. As soon as he finished a book, he had another. When he tired of a robe, he got a new one. When his owl bit him, his parents got him another. If his girlfriend looked at another boy, some other girl would take her place.
And he loved it. Anything new made him instantly happy. Let's face it- there were a lot of us who were just as spoiled as Lucius. But nobody was as happy as him.
I can remember when he took the Mark. He was a seventh year then and Head Boy. Narcissa and he were dating. Lucius paraded his arm around the common room, because, of course, he was the first. It was brand new. We all thought it was amazing. And he lapped it up.
He must be the only person ever born that was completely content with his life. Everything suited him. He really believed in everything that You-Know- Who said. He loved all that purity talk. There was no more perfect fate for him than to be born a Malfoy at that exact time.
Then when it all crumbled, he stayed on top. He had a son, who was just like his father, minus the luck. His lord came back almost from the dead, with Lucius by his side. Everything was perfect for him.
And then he got sent to Azkaban. And I laughed until I cried.