blind man on a canyon's edge

[amourpropre]

Who: Lucius Malfoy (Sr) and Lucius Malfoy (Jr)
What: There isn't any such thing as boundaries when you also know alohomora.
Where: The Malfoy residence; Lucius Jr's office.
When: Now.

It was a nice day and from what Lucius could tell, one that was relatively quiet.

The office wasn't locked when he initially tested the door, but that possibly might not have stopped him from entering regardless. Kept as neatly as he expected it to be, with minor touches and details that Lucius fancied felt unsettlingly familiar. Cane rested against desk, he picks his way through the books and looser pages upon its surface with abstract curiousity - a curiousity he wasn't aware he even had until he entered the room. There's nothing feverish or even aimed about his casual perusal over his younger analogue's work and professional life - it's casual, lacks direction, but brims full of handsy entitlement that has him opening drawers, fingers in filing cabinets.

He settles in a chair with some documentation that looks particularly interesting, leaning back into it with a leg crossed over the other. At the very least, he had ceased to wear any clothing that belonged to the younger man after Narcissa had brought him back the required articles. Accepting charity-- no matter what they said about it-- is a chafing thing, but.

If they considered him entitled to it, Lucius had declined to correct them. Or limit said entitlement.