It Ends Tonight [Lucius]

[Bellatrix Black]

She had never really worn a dress like this before in her life. Not really a dress, but somewhat like a skirt. But not a skirt, either. She didn’t know what to call it. In all her life, ever since she knew fashion, she knew almost every name for almost every fashion; she could tell a wizard original from a mile away. She knew what fashion-do’s were like the back of hand; and she knew the fashion-don’ts even better. But, here she was, staring at herself in the mirror like she always did before she went out, but this time, regretting the dress across her reflection in the mirror.

Her mother was away, as always. Either shopping or . . . shopping. But, that’s where Bella figured she got her fashion sense and didn’t bother to ever complain that she never saw her mother. And Father was on his . . . orders. She looked at the mark on her left arm, sighing lightly. She would be forced to wear a sweater along with tonight’s outfit until it was dark. Just like Lucius would be wearing something to hide his arm. Just like every other young Death Eater forced into the business of crime, they would have to hide the mark cast upon their arm.

But, then again, only a small number of them. Bella always forgot to point out her sister failed to bow down on the Lord. She hadn’t even been in front of him, much less talk about the Mark. She had never been around when Bella felt it burn and slither, either. But, as she looked from her arm to her reflection, she sighed softly, rushing over to the closet, gripping the sweater she figured would be best for the summer night’s wind, slipping it through her arms.

Grabbing her wand and purse, she walked through her door, Disapperating when her second foot came through the door frame. Thanks to magic, she had been able to protect her room from Disapperation and so on; if it wasn’t for the locked library at Hogwarts, she wouldn’t have been able to do so, but stupid Dumbledore never realized students—smart students—could simply slip in with the wave of a wand and one of those toys from the joke shop.

Bellatrix Black, her arm covered and with her worries of getting caught washing away, made her way through Hogsmeade, looking for the platinum blond she promised to meet.

[It sucks but blehh. xD]

[Lucius Malfoy]

Lucius was a lot less meticulous in his approach to getting ready for an evening out. Be it due to a slight egocentricity or the fact he didn’t care, wasn’t clear. The young man thought a lot of himself, so it was probably the former rather than the latter. He was a handsome fellow indeed, unusual as all the Malfoys were. White hair, and piercing eyes, with a slightly paler complexion and those high cheek bones. He grinned. Dammit he was gorgeous. He didn’t believe in modesty. Then again, if you came from the household he did, you wouldn’t either. Lucius was a boy you could sit and wonder what to buy. What did you buy the boy who had everything?. Pure blood, wealth, status and power. He was indeed an intimidating figure, and he loved the fact he could frighten most. He stopped, glancing at his reflection in approval just as he was about to step outside.

His blond hair was lightly brushed back, short, not like how it would become in his later years. It was longer on top and currently combed back with just a drop of hair gel. A few rebellious strands of the blonde tresses lingered before his eyes but he liked that effect and let them do as they pleased. He straightened his collar, all these just a distraction. He needed to stall, it was hardly like he wanted Bella to think he had been waiting around for her. No, Lucius could take these matters of status and ego to the extremes of idiocy. It seemed perfectly logical to him though, it actually mattered, and it seemed to matter to most of the young man in his circle who had the same ideals as he did. A brief shudder came over him as a gust of wind (oddly timed) burst through the window. It made him look down at the mark on his wrist. He’d been about to venture outside in just a shirt when the mark seemed to remind him that this was out of the question. He could have sworn it stung for a moment but he cast the thought aside and slipped a black blazer over his shoulders. A brief shrugging moment to get it to fit comfortably and he was out of the door.

Lucius was somewhat frustrated, he was a rather angry young man. Disappointed with many things in his life and his affiliations as a Death Eater provided him with a sort of escape. Something to do, something to fight for and believe in. The moral aspect seemed to escape him. Voldemort had one over his allegiance without question. He was smitten with the cause. Brushing a hand through his locks to smooth them down, he noticed the dark haired Bellatrix amongst the quieting streets and grinned. He wanted that girl. Something he was still working on, but he was quite convinced she’d be swayed to him eventually.

“Why, Miss Black!” Lucius exclaimed, coming up behind her wistfully. He pretended to glance at his watch, tapping it in surprise. “It is FAR too late for you to be roaming the streets, I think we should head back to my room for some warmed butter beer” he grinned. Her answer would be no, but still, he liked to make an entrance.