Well. An excuse not to Apparate right now is worth something, he supposes. The idea of distraction causing something to splinch is enough to rake over his nerves.
then seek the injured man with a cane at platform 3
There isn't any punctuation for a wry tone of voice, and Lucius would count this as a technological failing, as well as a literary one.
A wave of said cane has his charms releasing his hold of the room, and he lets himself out, a sidestep to avoid ramming his shoulder into the impatient gentleman he'd been ignoring. He does not currently feel aggressive and, like most injured predators, would sooner stick to slinking around over strutting swagger.
He sits at the promised location, the hand not attached to injured arm resting upon the silver snakehead of aforementioned cane. There's a train pulled in, the nature of the end of a trainline meaning there will be no rushing by, but also less foot traffic in general, making for some peace as well as lending ease to picking out faces in the crowd, and he at least recall her's, diminished upon the CiD screen though it may have been.
The grey overcoat disguises most promised injury, but pale skin has drained of colour a little more for all that he doesn't appear sick. Not especially. Blonde hair is lank, but his shoes are polished to a high gleam, and silver adorns his fingers in some affectation.
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There isn't any punctuation for a wry tone of voice, and Lucius would count this as a technological failing, as well as a literary one.
A wave of said cane has his charms releasing his hold of the room, and he lets himself out, a sidestep to avoid ramming his shoulder into the impatient gentleman he'd been ignoring. He does not currently feel aggressive and, like most injured predators, would sooner stick to slinking around over strutting swagger.
He sits at the promised location, the hand not attached to injured arm resting upon the silver snakehead of aforementioned cane. There's a train pulled in, the nature of the end of a trainline meaning there will be no rushing by, but also less foot traffic in general, making for some peace as well as lending ease to picking out faces in the crowd, and he at least recall her's, diminished upon the CiD screen though it may have been.
The grey overcoat disguises most promised injury, but pale skin has drained of colour a little more for all that he doesn't appear sick. Not especially. Blonde hair is lank, but his shoes are polished to a high gleam, and silver adorns his fingers in some affectation.