Post by Deleted on Dec 10, 2012 14:08:22 GMT -8
Lucius was in a particularly foul mood. It was the sort of day where everything was just going horribly wrong, and it had all started from the moment he’d woken up. As usual, the Slytherin dormitory was dark and miserable in its dimly-lit gloom. Normally, this wouldn't have been a bother, but for whatever reason he longed for a bit of sunlight. He was shuffling about his room, listlessly searching for his robes, and then proceeded down to the Common Room.
What he saw there surprised him. A fairly large group of Slytherins were gathered in a tight group, seeming to be observing something . Curious, he drew closer, and immediately his stomach twisted into knots. Crouch was holding a book in his hands. Lucius’s book. The Bell Jar. He had been reading it in secret the last few days, but how had it gotten down here? Lucius was incredibly discreet about this particularly matter. He had been carrying quite a few books the night before. Perhaps it had slipped?
"What the bloody hell would a Slytherin be doing with this Muggle trash? sneered Crouch. Lucius blanched, though trying to maintain coolness despite the uproar. The word ‘blood-traiter’ was being thrown about the room, many trying to guess who the perpetrator might be. To Lucius’s relief, he had yet to hear his name being listed in the pool of suspects. “Aren’t you the least bit upset, Lucius?” he could hear the disdain in Crouch’s voice.
Lucius regarded him coolly. “I’m sorry I don’t get my knickers in a twist over some pieces of paper, Crouch. There could be a million reasons as to how it got here, many not involving a secret, Muggle-loving, blood-traitor. If it truly upsets you, just toss it into the fire,” he motioned his head toward the flames, “Nobody will be able to read it then, will they?” It was clear many of them weren’t satisfied with this answer. After all, Slytherins had a thing for punishment.
“You’re the prefect,” Crouch replied sarcastically. Surveying Lucius’s sloppy appearance, he added, “You look like shit, by the way.” Crouch was a sniveling snake, and Lucius had never cared for him much. The comment, no matter how rude, shouldn’t have stung as much as it did, but Lucius was immediately offended. He made no show of it, however, and left without another word.
Now he sat in a back corner of the library, reading half-heartedly a book on Transfiguration, and occasionally glancing out the window . He could see his reflection, and was disgruntled to admit that he unfortunately did look like shit. He hadn’t shaved in the last three days, his robes were wrinkled, and all that was missing from his disarrayed hair was a mother bird and her eggs. What he needed right now was a little bit of solace to forget about those Slytherin ninnies.[/color]
What he saw there surprised him. A fairly large group of Slytherins were gathered in a tight group, seeming to be observing something . Curious, he drew closer, and immediately his stomach twisted into knots. Crouch was holding a book in his hands. Lucius’s book. The Bell Jar. He had been reading it in secret the last few days, but how had it gotten down here? Lucius was incredibly discreet about this particularly matter. He had been carrying quite a few books the night before. Perhaps it had slipped?
"What the bloody hell would a Slytherin be doing with this Muggle trash? sneered Crouch. Lucius blanched, though trying to maintain coolness despite the uproar. The word ‘blood-traiter’ was being thrown about the room, many trying to guess who the perpetrator might be. To Lucius’s relief, he had yet to hear his name being listed in the pool of suspects. “Aren’t you the least bit upset, Lucius?” he could hear the disdain in Crouch’s voice.
Lucius regarded him coolly. “I’m sorry I don’t get my knickers in a twist over some pieces of paper, Crouch. There could be a million reasons as to how it got here, many not involving a secret, Muggle-loving, blood-traitor. If it truly upsets you, just toss it into the fire,” he motioned his head toward the flames, “Nobody will be able to read it then, will they?” It was clear many of them weren’t satisfied with this answer. After all, Slytherins had a thing for punishment.
“You’re the prefect,” Crouch replied sarcastically. Surveying Lucius’s sloppy appearance, he added, “You look like shit, by the way.” Crouch was a sniveling snake, and Lucius had never cared for him much. The comment, no matter how rude, shouldn’t have stung as much as it did, but Lucius was immediately offended. He made no show of it, however, and left without another word.
Now he sat in a back corner of the library, reading half-heartedly a book on Transfiguration, and occasionally glancing out the window . He could see his reflection, and was disgruntled to admit that he unfortunately did look like shit. He hadn’t shaved in the last three days, his robes were wrinkled, and all that was missing from his disarrayed hair was a mother bird and her eggs. What he needed right now was a little bit of solace to forget about those Slytherin ninnies.[/color]
