Well, once again I have been delayed...this time by my trumpet and nagging
mother...so – I'm going to attempt to get a couple of chapters out by next,
next Wednesday...
iLimitations Ever Present./i
What, back again? Get out! I have no patience for your insignificant presence today. Leave me –
Are you still here? Honestly, is there /i rest for the wicked? Apparently not...I suppose I might indulge your.../i once again...
After disposing of my father I learned what it means to have power. After the funeral, we discovered my inheritance. Being the only child of the Malfoy line it was I who received the lands and considerable wealth that came with them. My mother was granted nothing – and I deemed to keep it that way.
Once we returned to my home I felt oppressed once again. My mother, although a figure of respect and power, was preventing me from reaching my full potential. As I sat in my "newly acquired" study I formulated a plan. Let it be well known that there is no love between my mother and I. It had been so since I was sorted into Slytherin at age 11...so any obvious harm would be accredited to me. Therefore the Unfogiveables and the majority of illegal potions are out of the question, as are illicit herbs. However, murdering her in her sleep by stabbing her was entirely acceptable.
I waited until I was certain she would be asleep, and then I entered her chambers. Moving with the silent steps one would expect from a cat I quickly approached her sleeping form. Almost as though she sensed my presence she sighed and shifted in her sleep. Interestingly enough, as I stood over her prone figure, dagger raised as though I were about to make a sacrifice to an ancient God, I hoped she was happy in her dreams. Plunging the dagger into her heart I said a silent goodbye, and left the room with the bloody knife still clutched within my hand.
I didn't know what to do. I couldn't return home until her body was removed and all evidence /i. Thinking about the controversy this could cause, I ordered a house elf to ensure that there would be nothing left which pointed to my guilt. To prove my innocence further, I decided to visit an old friend...
"Hello Severus. I trust I find you well?" I asked, seeming ever the perfect gentleman.
Eyebrow raised at inquiring to the bleeding obvious he sneered at me and hissed ; "You do Lucius, to what do I owe the pleasure of your visit? Surely you are not trying to avoid your mothers' wrath?"
Once inside I answered this question in a rather unsubtle manner. "My mother is disposed of and as you might well understand I shall need your secrecy as well as your aid."
Severus smiled at me and announced to his gathered House Elves, "Mr. Malfoy shall be staying here for an undisclosed amount of time. Please ensure that he is iwell cared for/i."
At that there was a wild flurry of movement as the elves disappeared to ensure Severus' manor would meet the approval of the Malfoy blood.
And that is where I feel I will stop now. As you wouldn't get out of here earlier, I'm assuming that you will make an exit immediately and not return for a while. I steadily grow weary of your...presence.
iLimitations Ever Present./i
What, back again? Get out! I have no patience for your insignificant presence today. Leave me –
Are you still here? Honestly, is there /i rest for the wicked? Apparently not...I suppose I might indulge your.../i once again...
After disposing of my father I learned what it means to have power. After the funeral, we discovered my inheritance. Being the only child of the Malfoy line it was I who received the lands and considerable wealth that came with them. My mother was granted nothing – and I deemed to keep it that way.
Once we returned to my home I felt oppressed once again. My mother, although a figure of respect and power, was preventing me from reaching my full potential. As I sat in my "newly acquired" study I formulated a plan. Let it be well known that there is no love between my mother and I. It had been so since I was sorted into Slytherin at age 11...so any obvious harm would be accredited to me. Therefore the Unfogiveables and the majority of illegal potions are out of the question, as are illicit herbs. However, murdering her in her sleep by stabbing her was entirely acceptable.
I waited until I was certain she would be asleep, and then I entered her chambers. Moving with the silent steps one would expect from a cat I quickly approached her sleeping form. Almost as though she sensed my presence she sighed and shifted in her sleep. Interestingly enough, as I stood over her prone figure, dagger raised as though I were about to make a sacrifice to an ancient God, I hoped she was happy in her dreams. Plunging the dagger into her heart I said a silent goodbye, and left the room with the bloody knife still clutched within my hand.
I didn't know what to do. I couldn't return home until her body was removed and all evidence /i. Thinking about the controversy this could cause, I ordered a house elf to ensure that there would be nothing left which pointed to my guilt. To prove my innocence further, I decided to visit an old friend...
"Hello Severus. I trust I find you well?" I asked, seeming ever the perfect gentleman.
Eyebrow raised at inquiring to the bleeding obvious he sneered at me and hissed ; "You do Lucius, to what do I owe the pleasure of your visit? Surely you are not trying to avoid your mothers' wrath?"
Once inside I answered this question in a rather unsubtle manner. "My mother is disposed of and as you might well understand I shall need your secrecy as well as your aid."
Severus smiled at me and announced to his gathered House Elves, "Mr. Malfoy shall be staying here for an undisclosed amount of time. Please ensure that he is iwell cared for/i."
At that there was a wild flurry of movement as the elves disappeared to ensure Severus' manor would meet the approval of the Malfoy blood.
And that is where I feel I will stop now. As you wouldn't get out of here earlier, I'm assuming that you will make an exit immediately and not return for a while. I steadily grow weary of your...presence.