"Who the hell is this?" Tobias asked in an annoyed voice that was bordering on anger.
"Someone who's here to see Severus, not you, you filthy Muggle," Lucius hissed in contempt.
Tobias stood up angrily but also somewhat shakily.
He's not drunk yet, Severus thought, but he's already had quite a bit to drink. It's not going to take much for him to really lose his temper.
Along with his fear that his father would soon be flying into a blind rage, Severus was still trying to get over the shock that Lucius was actually standing in his kitchen.
Severus actually did like Lucius well-enough, even though the older boy was sometimes pompous. Lucius, after all, had always treated Severus with respect; and Severus was not used to receiving respect from anyone.
However, Severus never would have thought that Lucius would actually be standing here in his kitchen.
Severus was also afraid of what Lucius might do to his father. There was a reason why no one dared to mess around with the aristocratic wizard at Hogwarts.
"So, you're one of them," Tobias sneered at Lucius. "You're one of those freaks."
"You're the one who's a freak," Lucius snarled dangerously, his eyes flashing with undeniable anger.
Tobias turned to look at his wife. "Get him out of here," he ordered. "It's enough that I have to tolerate my son being a freak. But there's no way that I'm going to tolerate another one of them being in my house."
"You dare to tell a witch what to do," Lucius growled.
Lucius then turned to look at Eileen. "And you allow him to do so," he snarled at her. "You almost disgust me more than he does."
"You will not speak that way in my house!" Tobias bellowed.
Lucius looked around, with a mocking expression on his face.
"Only a filthy, pathetic Muggle like yourself would be proud to call a place like this a house," he said in a taunting voice. "Could anyone possibly sink any lower? I almost feel sorry for you."
Tobias stood up so abruptly that he knocked his chair over.
"I think it's time for you to learn your proper place, you freak," Tobias spoke in a soft but deadly voice.
Lucius didn't flinch at all. In fact, his only response was to roll his eyes in boredom.
Tobias's face twisted into a dangerous, angry expression. There was almost a crazed look in his eyes.
Perhaps he had drank more whiskey than Severus had originally thought.
Lucius, meanwhile, just continued to look bored.
"Tobias, sit back down," Eileen said in a desperate voice. "That's Abraxas Malfoy's son."
"My name is Lucius," the blond-haired teenager hissed at her.
"Is that supposed to mean something to me?" Tobias snapped at his wife.
"Abraxas Malfoy is a very dangerous, powerful, and wealthy wizard," Eileen tried to explain to her husband, "and I don't want him to be the next one knocking on our door because you threatened his son. He has a lot of influence in the Wizarding World. He can pretty much do whatever he wants."
Tobias looked back at Lucius, realizing what exactly his wife's words meant.
"You're one of those Purebloods, aren't you?" Tobias sneered, a look of disgust on his face. "You're the worse ones of your kind, thinking that you're better than everyone else."
"That's because us Purebloods are better than everyone else, you hypocrite," Lucius replied. "You married a Pureblood. Why? Did you like the idea of making someone superior to you submit to you like your wife here does? Is your self-esteem truly that low? And just when I thought you couldn't get more pathetic, you do."
With a roar of anger, Tobias grabbed a knife from the table and charged at a smirking Lucius.