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tamingthemuseTitle: Rainy Day
Fandom: Harry Potter
Prompts: #516 – Sculling
Warnings: None
Pairings: None
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 505
Summary: Lucius meets up with Sybil.
The rainy day matched Lucius's mood. If the water rose any higher, he would have to get a watercraft and scull with some oars. He sneered at the thought of using any kind of Muggle transportation. No smile graced the aristocratic blond's face, and as he walked through Hogsmeade quickly, his eyes roamed around the area, making sure no one was paying him any attention.
He was almost to his destination. He didn't know why he was even going. He had never even spoken to the witch—Sybil Trelawney—before, and the things that were said about her weren't exactly favorable. Still, his interest was piqued. He wondered what a woman he never even met had to tell him. He wondered what was so important that she sent him an owl, asking for a meeting, and telling him that it was imperative that he accept. She had the same last name as the famous seer, Cassandra Trelawney, and he wondered if there was any relation between the two.
Lucius's spine was rigid as he entered the Hogshead. He looked around his surroundings and nodded to Aberforth Dumbledore.
"You're looking mightily tense," the old goat teased.
He glared at the man. "I'm meeting Sybil Trelawney. Is she here?"
"Room 103," he answered, waving him off.
Lucius nodded and quickly strode down the long hallway, wanting to get away from prying eyes.
Lucius entered the room and saw Sybil swaying. It looked as if she was dancing without music, but there was passion in her eyes that Lucius found unnerving. "What do you want?" he asked, wanting to find out and then get out.
Sybil looked at Lucius before turning around, keeping her back to him as she began to babble. "I had a vision. You shouldn't join the Dark Lord. No good will come from it."
Lucius narrowed his eyes. His inclination towards the Dark Arts wasn't exactly a secret, but Malfoys don't bow to anyone, so no one suspected he was planning to join the magnificent Voldemort. "Excuse me?" he growled.
"If you join, your future family will be very unhappy. There will be a cycle of violence that will continue all the way to your son's adulthood. He'll never be truly happy, even when he falls in love. And it will be your fault."
Lucius swallowed. "What I do is none of your business. I'm not sure why you wanted to tell me this, or even if I believe you. The word around the wizarding world is you're a fraud. What I do is my decision, and I hope to never see you again."
And he was gone as quickly as he came. He pushed what Sybil said out of his mind. She didn't know what she was talking about. Lord Voldemort would make great things happen in the wizarding world. And any children he had would only know happiness because of it.
He would help show the world the Pure-bloods were supreme. No measly Half-blood or Muggle-born would ever rise higher than a Pure-blood.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Prompts: #516 – Sculling
Warnings: None
Pairings: None
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 505
Summary: Lucius meets up with Sybil.
The rainy day matched Lucius's mood. If the water rose any higher, he would have to get a watercraft and scull with some oars. He sneered at the thought of using any kind of Muggle transportation. No smile graced the aristocratic blond's face, and as he walked through Hogsmeade quickly, his eyes roamed around the area, making sure no one was paying him any attention.
He was almost to his destination. He didn't know why he was even going. He had never even spoken to the witch—Sybil Trelawney—before, and the things that were said about her weren't exactly favorable. Still, his interest was piqued. He wondered what a woman he never even met had to tell him. He wondered what was so important that she sent him an owl, asking for a meeting, and telling him that it was imperative that he accept. She had the same last name as the famous seer, Cassandra Trelawney, and he wondered if there was any relation between the two.
Lucius's spine was rigid as he entered the Hogshead. He looked around his surroundings and nodded to Aberforth Dumbledore.
"You're looking mightily tense," the old goat teased.
He glared at the man. "I'm meeting Sybil Trelawney. Is she here?"
"Room 103," he answered, waving him off.
Lucius nodded and quickly strode down the long hallway, wanting to get away from prying eyes.
Lucius entered the room and saw Sybil swaying. It looked as if she was dancing without music, but there was passion in her eyes that Lucius found unnerving. "What do you want?" he asked, wanting to find out and then get out.
Sybil looked at Lucius before turning around, keeping her back to him as she began to babble. "I had a vision. You shouldn't join the Dark Lord. No good will come from it."
Lucius narrowed his eyes. His inclination towards the Dark Arts wasn't exactly a secret, but Malfoys don't bow to anyone, so no one suspected he was planning to join the magnificent Voldemort. "Excuse me?" he growled.
"If you join, your future family will be very unhappy. There will be a cycle of violence that will continue all the way to your son's adulthood. He'll never be truly happy, even when he falls in love. And it will be your fault."
Lucius swallowed. "What I do is none of your business. I'm not sure why you wanted to tell me this, or even if I believe you. The word around the wizarding world is you're a fraud. What I do is my decision, and I hope to never see you again."
And he was gone as quickly as he came. He pushed what Sybil said out of his mind. She didn't know what she was talking about. Lord Voldemort would make great things happen in the wizarding world. And any children he had would only know happiness because of it.
He would help show the world the Pure-bloods were supreme. No measly Half-blood or Muggle-born would ever rise higher than a Pure-blood.
