*Lucius is not one of them. In fact, he looks rather lackadaisical about the whole situation, as though the Dark Lord had just suggested that their next grand attack be a stroll through Hyde Park, rather than taking down the ICW headquarters. The thing is, he's got very little to fear - bureaucrats have proven themselves time and again to be easy targets, physically, and he doesn't expect much of a fight. As to the risk of arrest, it's negligible. He's well aware it would be life in Azkaban for any of them who are caught in the raid - in any raid - but he's got connections with connections with connections, and more money than entire branches of the Ministry. He's untouchable, the way he's framed the situation for himself. Lucius is, in a word, utterly unconcerned with the risks.
In fact, he's a little bored. He's standing with a knot of his colleagues, half-listening to whatever they're babbling on about, making no pretense of actually paying attention. He's watching Regulus off to the side with a small frown, his lip stopping just short of actually curling in distaste.
The boy's effective; Lucius has to grant him that. But he's so very odd, so twitchy, and Lucius can't help but think that somehow, thank God, he has managed to marry the one normal person to come out of that entire knot of cousins. Regulus is unsettling and awkward (and Lucius still hates letting him hold Draco for fear that the boy will drop him). Bellatrix is, clearly, unstable at best (and Lucius hates letting her anywhere near Draco). Andromeda does not exist as far as he's concerned (and Lucius therefore doesn't bother thinking about her in conjunction with Draco at all). Sirius is obviously beyond consideration, filthy traitor that he is (and Lucius would curse the bloody idler stupid if he so much as looked at Draco). Twitchy, mad, non-existent and non-existently lazy. His lip does, finally, curl.
Narcissa, he reflects as he watches Regulus and half-listens to Bellatrix, is clearly the only normal one of the lot. Thank God.*
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In fact, he's a little bored. He's standing with a knot of his colleagues, half-listening to whatever they're babbling on about, making no pretense of actually paying attention. He's watching Regulus off to the side with a small frown, his lip stopping just short of actually curling in distaste.
The boy's effective; Lucius has to grant him that. But he's so very odd, so twitchy, and Lucius can't help but think that somehow, thank God, he has managed to marry the one normal person to come out of that entire knot of cousins. Regulus is unsettling and awkward (and Lucius still hates letting him hold Draco for fear that the boy will drop him). Bellatrix is, clearly, unstable at best (and Lucius hates letting her anywhere near Draco). Andromeda does not exist as far as he's concerned (and Lucius therefore doesn't bother thinking about her in conjunction with Draco at all). Sirius is obviously beyond consideration, filthy traitor that he is (and Lucius would curse the bloody idler stupid if he so much as looked at Draco). Twitchy, mad, non-existent and non-existently lazy. His lip does, finally, curl.
Narcissa, he reflects as he watches Regulus and half-listens to Bellatrix, is clearly the only normal one of the lot. Thank God.*