Lucius takes care of it via fidgety tipping of spilled tea from saucer to cup, movements a little less elegant than the swing of a wand would have been -- and louder, as the cutlery rattles together, set down with minimal care. His voice is tense, clipped. "I have an eighteen-year-old son and a wife of my own. That is my family, and they are not here." And yet he isn't getting up from the table, or anything, let alone leaving the townhouse.
He pushes the tea aside once it's tidied. "I also didn't hear tell of any Malfoy in this city. In your future, it is not a highly sought after name, nor one given very proudly. Or safely."
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Lucius takes care of it via fidgety tipping of spilled tea from saucer to cup, movements a little less elegant than the swing of a wand would have been -- and louder, as the cutlery rattles together, set down with minimal care. His voice is tense, clipped. "I have an eighteen-year-old son and a wife of my own. That is my family, and they are not here." And yet he isn't getting up from the table, or anything, let alone leaving the townhouse.
He pushes the tea aside once it's tidied. "I also didn't hear tell of any Malfoy in this city. In your future, it is not a highly sought after name, nor one given very proudly. Or safely."