Gallant
One of Lucius' most attractive qualities, Narcissa soon found, was his gallantry. It went beyond opening doors and good taste in wine and conversation but also in the way he looked at her. It was in the way he held her hand, firmly but without a possessive insistence. He respected her, treated her as his future wife from the very first date. That was one of the differences between elite pure-bloods and the rest of them. There was a code, an etiquette. No young man raised in a proper pure-blood family would ever think of being anything but a gentleman.
Filial
Draco loved his daddy. Of course, most little boys love and admire their fathers but Draco liked to think that he was the best at it. He wanted to be just like his father. When he grew up he would be an important person in the ministry, he would be head of his pure-blood family, everyone would admire and obey him just like they admired and obeyed his father. He would be just as smart and glamorous.
And he would always adhere to those ideals that his father so patiently imparted to him in from of the drawing room fireplace.
Vexation
Igor was not happy. The new laboratory recruits were too young, too inexperienced. There was no use in Dark Magic scientists who could not get out of an experiment suddenly gone wrong. All of a sudden he had turned from scientists to teacher and that didn't suit Karkaroff.
"We're wasting time," he once complained to Mulciber. "I really need you around the lab these days."
Theodore laughed. "As though I have time. Once Snape finishes his medical orientation year, maybe then, but for now the whole medical department is on my shoulders and not just on paper."
"It's just frustrating."
Sublime
The bouquet of red roses bathed in soft, warm candlelight was what caught her eye first. She threw off her cloak and took a few steps toward it. The note, sealed in a cream envelope that smelled lightly of vanilla read:
To my lady of divine beauty
With pure love, sublime devotion
A token simple and so pure
Do know, you are my heartache's only cure
She breathed in deeply, tilting her head back as she savored the moment, feeling the involuntary smile blooming from within her. She lived for this – his spontaneous inspirations.
"You can come out now, Antonin."
Superficial
The wound was superficial. Snape had told him probably a hundred times now with increasing irritation. But Tony was still worried. There was something wrong, something about how the boy clutched at his House scarf, the way he looked like a terrorized house elf.
Once Snape left, Tony could talk more freely to his protégé. "It's a surface wound, Anatole, you don't have to look so terrified."
"Sorry," the boy murmured, looking away. The brave front he put up around everyone else was now gone and Bonfante looked like the vulnerable child he was. "Are you disappointed in me?"
"No. Never."