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malfoy100 pass without contributing, could I? I'm hoping to see some of you over there! ;)
The first drabble was aimed at garnering the extra points awarded for mentioning the diary. (It's always interesting trying to write to a challenge.)
The second... well, I've been pondering using drabbles to dip into Lucius' perspective on Invictus, and this is the first attempt - set, appropriately enough, right at the beginning.
Her last hand-me-down
Lucius had never really been comfortable with the diary. Cheap covers, thin paper, Muggle: hardly a fit vessel for the Dark Lord.
Though it was not really the Dark Lord within those pages. Just as well – it had been difficult enough to remain prudent in ‘conversations’ with the sixteen-year-old version. The Weasley girl wouldn’t stand a chance.
But he had found himself curiously reluctant to part with the nondescript little book. As if it had imbibed a part of him, too. To let a blood traitor child carry it felt… wrong.
Well, she would not be carrying it for long.
Anticipation
A sudden heat in my wand tells me my trap is sprung.
For a moment I consider delaying my entrance… but I don’t want her to lose hope.
No, I want to rip it from her.
I settle my cloak around my shoulders: first impressions count. And I have no wish to be contaminated by her Mudblood filth.
It’s distasteful, letting her besmirch my most secret of chambers, but necessary. I trust my own security. And my own skill with the preparations.
I confess I will enjoy those. I will savour her hatred.
And she will finally learn her place.
malfoy100 pass without contributing, could I? I'm hoping to see some of you over there! ;)The first drabble was aimed at garnering the extra points awarded for mentioning the diary. (It's always interesting trying to write to a challenge.)
The second... well, I've been pondering using drabbles to dip into Lucius' perspective on Invictus, and this is the first attempt - set, appropriately enough, right at the beginning.
Lucius had never really been comfortable with the diary. Cheap covers, thin paper, Muggle: hardly a fit vessel for the Dark Lord.
Though it was not really the Dark Lord within those pages. Just as well – it had been difficult enough to remain prudent in ‘conversations’ with the sixteen-year-old version. The Weasley girl wouldn’t stand a chance.
But he had found himself curiously reluctant to part with the nondescript little book. As if it had imbibed a part of him, too. To let a blood traitor child carry it felt… wrong.
Well, she would not be carrying it for long.
A sudden heat in my wand tells me my trap is sprung.
For a moment I consider delaying my entrance… but I don’t want her to lose hope.
No, I want to rip it from her.
I settle my cloak around my shoulders: first impressions count. And I have no wish to be contaminated by her Mudblood filth.
It’s distasteful, letting her besmirch my most secret of chambers, but necessary. I trust my own security. And my own skill with the preparations.
I confess I will enjoy those. I will savour her hatred.
And she will finally learn her place.
