Reassuringly quiet is something Lucius can appreciate from a Lestrange, for all that maybe when not encroaching on crowded kitchen, there are words he could stand to trade or at least say at someone of relative familiarity while he pilfers whatever spirits this place has available--
But he is getting ahead of himself, his own nod back pausing when he catches sight of the young woman passed the other former Death Eater. As off-putting as the other had been-- never mind the fact he worked this out only after being viciously attacked by her-- this is a completely different story. But whatever is happening beneath cool and aloof mask is only seen in that marked flash of selfconscious alarm before it's gone again.
Meanwhile, they're all nodding, bowing, saying hello to mirror reflections and future omens and historical remnants of one another. Almost as maddening as the situation itself. Cynicism writes across his haggard features.
(He doesn't actually have any alternative to offer anyone, mind you.)
"Please, don't let me interrupt the meet and greet," he demures frostily, headed further into the kitchen. "I was only passing through." Sort of. But now that he's here, he may as well collect more in the way of sustenance that allows him to hermit even harder than he has been.
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But he is getting ahead of himself, his own nod back pausing when he catches sight of the young woman passed the other former Death Eater. As off-putting as the other had been-- never mind the fact he worked this out only after being viciously attacked by her-- this is a completely different story. But whatever is happening beneath cool and aloof mask is only seen in that marked flash of selfconscious alarm before it's gone again.
Meanwhile, they're all nodding, bowing, saying hello to mirror reflections and future omens and historical remnants of one another. Almost as maddening as the situation itself. Cynicism writes across his haggard features.
(He doesn't actually have any alternative to offer anyone, mind you.)
"Please, don't let me interrupt the meet and greet," he demures frostily, headed further into the kitchen. "I was only passing through." Sort of. But now that he's here, he may as well collect more in the way of sustenance that allows him to hermit even harder than he has been.