Lucius lowers his wand so that it's directed towards the ground between them rather than at her, still held like he could hex her in a moment as necessary, for all that he cannot imagine what that would be. Another reason to remove his aim. He is looking closer, now, a frank sort of stare at the spread of gore she landed in-- created-- from the red drenching the cobblestone, the broken pieces of is that a crossbow visible, the shattered fragments of bone and grey matter.
She should be dead, obviously. She was. He ought to have taken a hint the first time he found her executing a thestral with a sword as if it were business as usual.
After a moment, the wand lowers completely to his side with an audible huff that is almost like a laugh if Lucius were ever prone to that ever, but it's certainly close enough, a sound that is both cynical and exasperated. He feels immediately foolish not only for this very moment but for every other moment.
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Lucius lowers his wand so that it's directed towards the ground between them rather than at her, still held like he could hex her in a moment as necessary, for all that he cannot imagine what that would be. Another reason to remove his aim. He is looking closer, now, a frank sort of stare at the spread of gore she landed in-- created-- from the red drenching the cobblestone, the broken pieces of is that a crossbow visible, the shattered fragments of bone and grey matter.
She should be dead, obviously. She was. He ought to have taken a hint the first time he found her executing a thestral with a sword as if it were business as usual.
After a moment, the wand lowers completely to his side with an audible huff that is almost like a laugh if Lucius were ever prone to that ever, but it's certainly close enough, a sound that is both cynical and exasperated. He feels immediately foolish not only for this very moment but for every other moment.