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#ALL GROWN UP AND NO PLACE TO GO / spellwrites.
malfaith · 6 months
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"Genocide is a little dramatic," Lucius drawls. "Those can't be the exact charges." His face ever so slightly betrays worry. Conspiracy is something that can be fought. Mass murder, on the other hand, implies some sort of evidence . . . evidence of his more sordid crimes. The sort that would fall into the category of sadistic fun with Muggles more than pragmatic removal of enemies. "Mass murder implies a great deal of corpses."
Lucius's most traceable crimes are the use of the Imperius Curse in the first war and the murder of several important Ministry officials. Even then, evidence is scant. But if . . .
Well, Lucius can expect Azkaban. If he's lucky.
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malfaith · 8 months
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Nobody in this useless, stupid place is doing as Lucius tells them - not Bellatrix, not Cygnus's brat, not Potter. He feels like he's been awake for three days, and between the stress and the powdered glory habit he's picked up again, he very well could have been. Everything has faded into one dark, bloody blur with a circular, smoky light at the end.
The adrenal violence of it is something he didn't realize he missed this badly. Lucius's eyes are wide behind the mask, pupils small dots against the nearly-white gray. "Come with me," he says. "If you get the Weasley girl, I'll buy you bloodwhiskey."
Taking the Mark is not something anyone should do without due consideration. Imogen has seemed a little soft, a little hesitant, but what's done is done. A lifetime commitment - had Lucius understood it, when he took the Mark, younger than her?
In leaving, he points his wand at the blood on the ground. It's a bad idea to leave blood anywhere some Order wizard with basic dark magic experience might find it.
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malfaith · 9 months
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