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Written for PTC: Lucius Malfoy
Warnings: Implied violence and mentions of blood.
Word Count: 302
Bringing Him In
Lucius smirked softly as he watched the youngest Black boy walk into the Malfoy Manor. He had been the one to recommend that Regulus join the Death Eaters, despite being only fifteen, and he was more than glad to see that the Dark Lord had taken his suggestion seriously.
He had seen Regulus, even talked with him, at events hosted by families in their circle. Even from a young age, Lucius believed Regulus to be special. Very special. The way he stood… the way he spoke… Lucius was enthralled.
The Death Eaters circled in one of the manor's sitting rooms, prepared to start the initiation ceremony. No one spoke; Regulus stood in the center.
Lucius watched with anticipation. He had seen many Death Eaters take the Dark Mark, and each had taken it differently. Some cried, some screamed, and some passed out. He, himself, had bitten his tongue so hard his mouth had filled with blood.
But Regulus? Regulus was silent. His eyes were hard, but he was quiet. A vein stood out in his forehead, and his jaw was clenched, but he didn't make a sound—he didn't falter at all.
Lucius felt breathless.
"You're staring," Goyle said after the ceremony was over. Dolohov and the Carrow siblings flanked Regulus, impressed by his stoic display, but Lucius remained against the edges of the wall. It was time to socialize, but Lucius really didn't feel like socializing.
He just wanted to be beside Regulus. He wanted to be the only one beside Regulus.
"And you're daft," Lucius said with a shrug before looking Regulus over one last time. He was beautiful, but Lucius would have plenty of time to get to know the boy. He nodded one last time to Goyle before turning on his heel and sweeping out of the room.