A/N: I apologize for my lack of updates. I have a small case of writers block, and unlike Lucius I have not been lucky enough to bang my head hard enough to knock myself out for a few hours allowing the creative process to take place. Here's to hoping I'll get my muse back from vacation soon!
Lucius crumbled up the sheet of parchment and threw it into the rubbish bin.
He pulled out a fresh sheet and dipped his quill in a fresh pot of ink, but he couldn't think of anything to write. He had writers block.
He had topics; he had ideas. He had a Dark Lord WAITING on this report. Yet he still could not seem to get anything committed to paper.
With a sigh he threw down his quill and slumped forward in his chair, banging his head on his desk. He raised it and banged it again, and again, and again.
"Lucius, do stop that thumping darling; I'm trying to knit." Cissa called from the drawing room.
He raised his head and banged it a great deal harder. So hard in fact that he blacked out.
When he awoke it was dark in his study, and the ink pot had tipped over staining the side of his face and a few strands of his hair black. He grumbled and went to wipe the ink off when all of a sudden, he had the perfect idea!
He excitedly scribbled on the parchment. Voldie would be pleased indeed.
When he was done, he stood up clutching the parchment and let out a large "WHOOP!"
From the drawing room he heard Cissa call: "Lucius dear, do stop that noise darling; I'm trying to knit."