When Lucius got up that morning, he felt like it was going to be a Good Day. When he took his morning shower, there was plenty of his shampoo, at breakfast there were scrambled eggs and toast with strawberry jam, and that afternoon he saw Draco spending time writing a letter to that Parkinson girl and not spending far too much time with his Potter poster.
The weekly Death Eater tea party went well, with plenty of crumpets for all, and Cissa had ordered his favorite Devils Food cake to be made for dessert that night.
But something didn't feel right. Something just HAD to go wrong. There hadn't been a day in months in which something dreadful hadn't happened to him. He was sure that this was it when Cissa came to him looking very worried earlier that evening. She'd been upset about something to do with Draco, and Lucius had thought 'Oh no, I knew it. I just knew it,' when Cissa had said something about him stepping on her knitting needle and her needing three new sets because of it. Lucius breathed a sigh of relief and stopped listening, nodding occasionally until she left.
His paranoia continued all the way until he went to bed that night. He was lying between his 3000-count Egyptian Cotton sheets wearing his very comfortable silk pajamas and listening to Cissa's very light ladylike breathing but he couldn't sleep. He just felt like something was going to go wrong. Something HAD to. It just did.
He stayed like that all through the night. When the sun was peeking over the horizon and his bedroom was bathed in light purple and pinks, he rolled over and closed his eyes. The entire day had passed and nothing had gone wrong. He'd had a Good Day.
Moments after he closed his eyes, a cry rang out.
"Master, master! There is large crowd of Muggle girls at door! They's looking for Legolas and won't go away!"
Lucius sighed and threw the covers off, getting out of bed. He just KNEW something was going to go wrong.