My second Death Eater for the Death Eater competition : Lucius Malfoy
Prompt : nailpolish
Disclaimer : I don't own them more than I did one chapter before.
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Lucius spread the polish on his nails.
Dip, focus, brush, dip, focus, brush, dip, focus, brush.
He crossed his eyes when he was done for further examination.
He smirked to himself in satisfaction and blew on the now red nails adorning the end of his fingers. He lay back in his chair and sighed once again in contentment. He resisted the urge to trail his fingertips through his long straight mane of hair; they still needed to dry up. He grabbed the sides of his armchair and rested his head on the back of the lounger before closing his eyes, relaxing until the task was done.
He was pulled out of his tranquil moment though, when his wife Narcissa made her entry into their lounge, pacing quickly as usual because she always had an 'urgent matter' to attend to.
"Lucius, darling." When he did not answer she tapped her heel slightly impatiently on the marble floor before trying again. "Lucius." She said again into his ear after she had lifted the silky platinum hair covering his right ear. "How many times do I have to call you, dearest. Wake up."
He opened his eyes and gazed at her, annoyed. She saw in that moment he had been awake all along. "What is it, this time, Cissy?" He did look exasperated but there was also humour underlying in his tone.
"What there is,dear husband, is that you forgot once again to call for the carriage this morning. I have a mighty amount of shopping to get done and I need Harris to drive me to town."
"Then call him yourself, love."
"That's the problem, you do now he only listens to your orders, don't you? His old narrow-minded traditional ways won't let him obey a woman, even if she is his hirer."
"Ah, yes. Sorry dear, I had once again forgotten that tiny fact."
"Yes, and now I'm stuck here until you call on him."
"Alright, I shall." He rose from his comfortable chair and walked towards the door to contact their driver.
"Lucius." He stopped in mid-track and turned in the direction of his wife again. "Yes?"
"Why are you wearing this?"
"What, my clothes?"
"Don't play innocent with me, I mean the nail polish."
"What is with it?"
"Well it's…red."
"And?"
"And…" She stumbled over her words. She thought for a moment breaking through to him that only girls wore this shade but she retracted. "Well… you only put transparent one on usually. To strengthen them. Isn't that what you said?"
"Yes, Cissy, but only a fool doesn't change minds, right?"
"I…guess. But why in the world did you choose this shade? It drags attention a little too much, don't you think?"
"Red stands for violence, Cissy. And tonight blood will pour. The Dark Lord sent for me."
"I see, you do dress up for every occasion then."
"I do."
"About that, I would really like to be able to make new additions to my wardrobe, so call Harris now."
Lucius bowed his head and walked out of the room while Narcissa rolled her eyes to the ceiling. Lucius would never change; sometimes she thought he had inadequately chosen his career and would have fit better as a professional drama queen. But peculiarly so, that was one of the reasons she loved him.
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