*Detaching Draco's little hands from his robes, Lucius hands him off to Narcissa, eyes never leaving Arthur. He looks him over critically, first Arthur himself and then Molly, and then, finally, the children. All in shabby clothes, all unkempt, running amok - he isn't surprised. His disgust is genuine, but mitigated by his glee at the look on Weasley's face - he's gone as red as his hair already. Lucius thinks it might be a new record.*
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Date: 2011-03-14 08:48 pm (UTC)*Detaching Draco's little hands from his robes, Lucius hands him off to Narcissa, eyes never leaving Arthur. He looks him over critically, first Arthur himself and then Molly, and then, finally, the children. All in shabby clothes, all unkempt, running amok - he isn't surprised. His disgust is genuine, but mitigated by his glee at the look on Weasley's face - he's gone as red as his hair already. Lucius thinks it might be a new record.*
Good heavens, Weasley, how many is it now?