*His thin face twisted in anger, Lucius leans forward, intentionally threatening their space.*

Face it. When it's your word against mine, you are going to lose. Every time. You're not -

*But there's something loose in his mouth, suddenly; furious as he realizes what it is, Lucius spits a tooth out into his hand and looks back up at Weasley murderously.*

You just wait, Weasley.

*The head of his department will hear about this. The Minister will hear about this. Casting the tooth aside (that's what Skele-gro is for), Lucius twitches his robes back into place and turns on his heel.*

Narcissa.