"Okay Draco, let's try this again." Lucius threw the ball, and Draco watched indifferently as it whizzed by his head. Lucius sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, summoning the ball back. "You should probably attempt to hit the ball, son." Draco sighed loudly.
"This is so MUGGLE, father. It's completely pointless and well beneath our station. I don't see why I have to learn about this stupid game. I'm hot, I'm tired, and I think I'm getting a tan. Skin damage, father, think of the skin damage!"
Lucius gritted his teeth, and prepared to throw the ball again.
"I told you, Draco, the annual Death Eater's father-son baseball game is coming up and I refuse to be bested by Crabbe and that lump of a thing he calls son again!" He thought for a moment before adding, "I'll even look the other way when I catch you with that life-size Harry Potter cut-out in your closet."
The next time he threw the ball, Draco hit a home run.
A/N: Well guys, I'm getting down to the last of the drabbles I had prepared for this series. Since I'm writing them for you guys, feel free to submit a topic you'd like to see Lucius tackle on during his Everyday Adventures. It can be anything, from a single word to a whole scenario.
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