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[impure_tale]

Do you know I never fancied ships in my youth? I had in my delusions, as a prisoner given to an obsession with numbers, once predicted that the letters I was receiving included secret 'signals' that I would be exiled to Barbados the following fortnight. This sent me into such a passion that I wrote probably some of the most unkind letters to my wife that I had ever penned -- not of course because I loathed sunshine, just the seas and all vessels that floated upon them.

I'm tempted to suggest this one does not count. Perhaps it is the absence of any real water.

Lucius Malfoy, I am making quick work of your file. I expect that we should meet very soon, but until I have committed this information to memory, we shall have to settle for conversation here. Have you any pressing quesetions?

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[amourpropre]

[ A small, dismissive headshake at sentimentality, as well as to correct himself-- but he doesn't quite make it there, going silent at this last part in steely defense and offense both. ]

Speak to me as a father yourself all you like, lay whatever ground rules you choose, but I care not to have you cast judgment--

My family is not for us to discuss.

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[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

That's not your choice to make. The end of your file does include information that your son has been drafted to kill for the cause. You cannot claim this is without your influence, intended or not.

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[amourpropre]

[ Anger in Lucius is a thing that manifests in the opposite of the expected; ice over fire, and silence over noise.

This will be his second try in standing to leave, but he does so with more definition and noisier coat flapping. ]

My mistakes, Marquis, involve getting caught and failure to match the task handed me. I do not expect a Muggle to understand the sacrifices I have made.

We are most certainly finished.

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[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

Then that only makes you dead and a fool. [The Marquis waves him off] We are done for now, but do not think this discussion is finished.

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[amourpropre]

Oh, perish the thought.

[ ...for all that Lucius is inclined to dig claws in, change his mind and demand more information about Draco, his pride is a thing that dictates such decisions. He sweeps for out without a glance back, fully prepared to carry such momentum from here, all the way to his

cell. ]