Lucius Malfoy wandered casually into the Knockturn Alley branch of Harrods (yes, they are that evil), walked straight on to the men's accessories, and started to browse around. He picked up a pair of pretty black gloves, which he tried on, and then a nice black briefcase with silver buckles, followed by several scarves, a fur hat, two more pairs of gloves, four umbrellas, some tie pins, and a spare cane.
Carrying all of this in his arms, he sauntered towards the exit, taking a hat for Narcissa on the way out. Immediately the shop clerk accosted him. "Sir, you haven't paid for those." He said, blocking the exit.
"Yes, I have!" Lucius cried dramatically, "I paid for them with my body!" The shop clerk looked puzzled for a moment, then stopped to consider, a slightly disgusted look on his face. Lucius, taking advantage of his confusion, slipped out of the store, and into the street. "Works every time!" he said to himself gleefully.
(A/N: My dears, another day, another series completed. I do hope you enjoyed the ride we had, bumpy though it was, and that you shall stay for the next round. Yes, there probably is a new series coming quite soon, which shall be the Very Last One, I promise. You heard me, reader, after that one there shall be no more Pureblooded Antics of Lucius Malfoy. Ever. Or at least, I shall try my best to stop writing them. But, as I said, it is only probable that that last series shall come into existence, not certain. In which case this was the last story. Oh, how sad. But I advise you to check back and see what happens, as it happens. Stay tight, gorgeous, and willing, gentle readers, and a fond farewell from your Duchess.)
