*All delight wiped from his face the instant Weasley's fist lands at his eye, Lucius stumbles back against the lamp, too shocked at first to fight back. That, and he never actually learned to brawl - it's such a proletariat thing to, any gentleman knows wands are a far superior way to settle conflict - but then there's another fist bunched at the front of his robes and a hard blow to his mouth, and instinct kicks in.
What follows is something of a blur, a tangle of robs and fists and language best kept far from their respective children, until finally there's a bang from someone's wand - neither man is sure whose - and Lucius stumbles back, panting, with one eye rapidly swelling. He spits blood onto the cobblestones and points at Weasley, furious, hair all over the place.*
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Date: 2011-03-15 03:52 pm (UTC)What follows is something of a blur, a tangle of robs and fists and language best kept far from their respective children, until finally there's a bang from someone's wand - neither man is sure whose - and Lucius stumbles back, panting, with one eye rapidly swelling. He spits blood onto the cobblestones and points at Weasley, furious, hair all over the place.*
That's assault Weasley, I'll press charges!