Post by Lucius Abraxas Malfoy on Feb 9, 2010 20:52:37 GMT -5
LUCIUS|ABRAXAS|MALFOY
[/b][/center][/font][/size]The road I walk is paved in gold
To glorify my platinum soul
To glorify my platinum soul
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[/size]IT’S A LIE SHE’S BEEN CARRING AROUND
IT’S THE LIE THAT WILL BRING HER DOWN
[/font][/size]IT’S THE LIE THAT WILL BRING HER DOWN
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[/size]Name: Lucius Abraxas Malfoy
Nickname: “Luce” (Used by his friends) “Luci” (Used by someone who wants a good punch in the face)
Age/Birthday: 17, 28 May 1954
Gender: Male
Orientation: Heterosexual
Blood Status: Pureblood
Affiliation: Death Eater
Year/House: 7th, Slytherin
Wand: 12 inches Elm Dragon heart string
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[/size]TAKES PRIDE IN APPEARANCE
AND THE JOB IN HAND
[/size]AND THE JOB IN HAND
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[/size]Eyes: Lucius has light grey eyes, as almost everyone in his family has. They are almond shaped and perfectly proportioned and spaced, a trait he inherited from his mother. His eyes are perhaps the favorite of his features, because he is so deft at manipulating emotions through them, and because he believes he can easily seduce women just by looking at them (a game he likes to play.) Generally, his eyes give off a cold and aloof air, and oftentimes he finds them absentmindedly narrowed, this being an inherent display of his arrogance.
Hair: Lucius, like all of the Malfoys, has light blond hair. He has kept it long ever since he was quite young, believing the length suits his face shape perfectly. He and his father have often gotten into arguments over Lucius’ choice to keep it long; as Abraxas believes it makes his son look unflatteringly feminine. Lucius generally won out in the fights, owing mainly to his mother’s siding with him, though the summer when Lucius was fifteen his father got so frustrated with it he forcibly cut Lucius’ hair unbearably short every day for months. Lucius’ hair has a very soft and silky texture to it, as he puts more emphasis into taking care of it over almost everything. He wears it in a variety of styles, and though he generally prefers to wear it out and straight, he has been occasionally guilty of pulling it back and adorning with an ornate and obnoxious bow.
Height: 6’1”
Weight: 148 lbs
Distinguishing Features(if any): None
Play-by: Paul Boche
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[/size]IT’S THE SIMPLE FLAW
THE MIND FORGETS TO LOOK FOR
[/size]THE MIND FORGETS TO LOOK FOR
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[/size]Erised: Lucius’ greatest desire is to see the wizarding world for how he believes it should be a world of purebloods only, and only those loyal to the notion of pureblood superiority. He sees himself as the most revered man in the world, with unheard of power and social influence. To, he sees a pretty girl on his arm, gazing up at him adoringly.
Patronus: incorporeal ; He remembers once in his third year, actually earning top marks in all of his classes. It was something he was proud to bring home, hoping for some kind of approval from his father. He got just that. Abraxas had actually expressed his true “pride” in his son, and Lucius could not recall a better feeling than that. Since he was young he had worked tirelessly to be acceptable in his father’s eyes, and it was often that he felt a failure, and did not generally receive praise in surplus amounts from the man. In this Lucius felt a true sense of pride in himself.
Boggart: Though Lucius has (thankfully) never encountered one of those foul creatures, his greatest fear is losing everything he holds dear. Being a rather materialistic individual, the first thing that comes to mind is losing all of his wealth. Lucius has never been without the ability to buy himself whatever he wants, or without the money to blackmail and bribe people. He believes the very notion of being poor is deplorable, and fears that every happening to him. The second thing is a loss of social status. Lucius has spent all of his life protecting and building up his image, and he has earned a place of considerable influence, despite his young age. He likes being noticed, and the idea that his opinions are valued, so being someone of little importance is also an abhorrent idea.
Dementor: The worst experience to date in Lucius Malfoy’s life happened in his first year, in the very beginning before he understood House rivalry. Mistakingly asking some older Gryffindors for directions around the castle, he was instead tripped down the stairs, eventually landing painfully in a crowd of students, all of whom proceeded to laugh heartily at him. It was his most embarrassing moment socially, and it was only made worse when his mother came storming down to the school after Lucius had broken his arm from the fall down the stairs. He had to endure weeks of taunts for her antics.
Amortentia: Though Lucius has never been privy to an actual brew of the potion, the mixture of powerful aromas included something that smelled rather like a light women’s perfume, with a hint of rosebuds and jasmine. Thinking back on it, that is what he recalled as a usual scent of some of the prettiest women he has encountered, and no doubt it was why the potion would conjure that scent. There would also be the scent of burning firewood, redolent of the fireplace Lucius always used to sit in front of when he was at home, and he could recall some of his most pleasant family memories centered on their gatherings there. Lucius would also smell the light, metallic scent of gold as he had always been guilty of loving money, because it meant power, and Lucius had always loved the idea of power.
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[/size]THE PIECE YOU DIDN’T SEE
AND THE PIECE YOU DIDN’T FIGHT FOR
[/size]AND THE PIECE YOU DIDN’T FIGHT FOR
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[/size]Likes:
.Quidditch
.Dueling
.Potions
.Popular girls
.Flaunting his money
.Leadership roles
.Gryffindor baiting (especially the younger ones)
.Flirting
.Trendy clothes
Dislikes:
.Muggleborns
.Gryffindors
.The Marauders
.House elves
.Being outdone
.Being ignored
.Being underestimated
.The rain
.The winter
.School work that requires too much writing
Strengths:
.Persuasive- Lucius has a certain charm about him that makes people more apt to listen and agree with his way of thinking.
.Manipulative- Lucius learned at a young age how to use manipulation to get what he wants. This, atop his persuasiveness and charm, usually allows him to win out in his endeavors.
.Extroverted- Lucius was taught how to interact with people when he was younger, coming from high society. He knows how to make engaging small talk, and draw people to him with his ‘willingness’ to talk (and talk and talk.) He has become rather popular in amongst his Housemates over the years partially owing to this ability.
.Blackmail- It goes hand in hand with manipulation. When words aren’t enough, a well placed threat can always be in order, and Lucius makes a point about knowing enough about people to be able to pull this off quite well.
.Fast learner- Lucius can pick up spells rather quickly and mix accurate potions on his first try. This ability caught the attention of Professor Slughorn, and it is one of the reasons why, Lucius guesses, he gained membership in the “Slug Club”
Weaknesses
.His family- The Malfoys are a small and close knit family, and Lucius is very protective of his family name and honor. He is easily insulted if someone says the wrong thing, and will go out of his way to punish someone for a slight against his family. This has gotten him into trouble before.
.Arrogance- Lucius, being rich and a pureblood, and having been raised on the idea that those qualities made him superior believes just that. Those beliefs make him come off as exceedingly arrogant, and it makes him difficult to get along with.
.Stubbornness- Lucius likes things done his way and only his way and has no trouble picking a fight with someone who thinks otherwise. This quality has often made it difficult for him to get anything done, especially when working in a group.
.Vanity- In short, Lucius thinks he is the most attractive and perfect man ever, and he loves to talk about himself and his looks. Some people can tolerate this, but most just brush him off as a self-absorbed fool.
.Materialistic- Lucius always had the ability to own whatever he wanted, and he comes from a family that places a high value on material possessions and so Lucius adopted that belief. Oftentimes he is more protective of his belongings than his friends.
Overall Personality:
For Lucius, nearly every aspect of life lies within a grey area save bloodline. He will only associate with purebloods and even those individuals he sifts through with high standards, only wanting to be surrounded by the best of the breed. He prefers his friends to be of a high social standing, because his expectations for himself are high as well. Though every so often he will find someone “a little less than perfect” he will accept into his circle. Still, he does not like being outshined by friends, and knows when to cut them down if their status becomes slightly inflated. Too, his loyalty to those he considers friends is questionable. Understanding the tumultuous undercurrent of school society, Lucius will just as quickly discard someone he was close to if that individual has a chance of dragging his position lower. This aspect can either turn people off or make him seem interesting and elusive, but he knows that he can be independent if it is called for, despite enjoying the company of many friends. He believes loyalty should be to oneself first, because that is the only way to “get ahead.”
Lucius likes taking a leadership role, as this plays to his very demanding personality, sometimes this conflicts with rules set before him, though as with his societal dealings, he will adhere to them if they benefit him. Otherwise, he does his best to sneak through the loopholes. He likes things to be done his own way, when he wants them done, and done right the first time. Too, he prefers to pass on his demands to friends and lead by telling rather than doing. Such can be accredited to his rather spoiled upbringing, so if someone tells him to do something himself he takes it to affront. He believes action is a choice, not an obligation. Generally, he finds himself very persuasive, even if someone takes ground against him. He knows how to use words and manipulate well. In that he finds the qualities of a true leader.
Vanity is typical of Lucius, another product of his upbringing. He loves to flaunt and brag about anything and everything. Some individuals see this as him “buying acceptance” but Lucius has no problem with that so long as it’s effective. He absolutely hates if anyone can best him materially, as to him materialistic items are of high value. Owning something nicer than he is a surefire way to deflate his ego and it is how hard he takes that failure that shows a shallow, yet highly insecure side of him.
Obvious displays are his preferred way of dealing with someone he dislikes. Social destruction in his eyes is a hobby, so he enjoys starting rumors, talking behind people’s backs, making snide comments, and occasionally ignoring them. Being a fairly decent duelist, he is one to challenge an enemy when there is a crowd, so he can deepen a chance at public humiliation. When people dislike him without reason, or even when enemies criticize and strike a cord, Lucius is likely to lose his generally cool demeanor. He can snap and be highly temperamental, making himself look foolish to an extent, as he can dish criticism much easier than he can take it. Therein lays a hypocritical side of him.
When it comes to women, Lucius is very confident as he believes that he can have any girl that he wants. That being so he likes to play games with them, especially “hard to get” to see how much a girl is really interested. Sometimes, though his games and perceived perfection fail, making him seem like a playboy and an idiot. He never takes rejection from girls easily, and he can either spiral into a moment of self-doubt or seek to sabotage any of her potential relationships, or possibly both, depending on how much this potential relationship meant to him.
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[/size]IT’S THE CRACKING OF THE GLASS
THE HAUNTING OF YOUR PAST
[/size]THE HAUNTING OF YOUR PAST
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[/size]Family: Mother, Lucretia Malfoy. She is 42 years old, and like nearly all of the women married into the Malfoy family, she has light hair, light eyes, and an ancient pureblood line to back her worth. Lucretia, being quite an exceptional beauty in her prime, was taken more as a trophy wife than for her magical prowess. Her position suited her well, as she had been raised to believe that it was her place to pose like a doll and become a socialite on the arm of a wealthy wizard. She has never worked a day in her life and prefers it that way, believing that work is for men and servants. She and her only son Lucius are considerably close, but he is guilty of often trying to distance himself. Because he is her only child, she has always been rather protective of him, and has gotten into arguments with her husband that he pushes Lucius too hard, and that Lucius being a young and attractive boy should be allowed to go out and enjoy his young life while he can. Though he likes when his mother stands up for him being allowed to do what he pleases, he also sees her as a bit of a hypocrite as his mother also believes it is her place to decide what it is that Lucius enjoys doing.
Father. Abraxas Malfoy. He is 45 years old, and lives up to his family name in both appearance and inflated sense of self-worth. He is employed at the Ministry of Magic, working in the office of the Minister of Magic himself. Lucius and his father have always been close, and Lucius accredits all the good in his life to his father’s generosity. He respects his father immensely, seeing him as the model of what a respectable pureblood is supposed to be. Abraxas has certainly earned that respect, as he has worked considerably hard to earn a permanent place in wizarding high society and many friends and coworkers look to him for guidance because he is so highly regarded. Though he and Lucius get along well, they have their disagreements, as Abraxas is always hounding Lucius to work harder in school (Lucius being one to prefer socializing ), believing to a point that it takes more than just money and a good name to actually earn and deserve respect. He and Lucius often get into arguments about Lucius’ dealings with girls, thinking it rather disgraceful how many of them that Lucius has gone through. It is rare that Abraxas will ever call Lucius a disappointment, though when that degree of fighting ensues, Lucius generally comes out feeling very small. Though he might hate to admit at times, his father has a stronger personality than he.
Pets: A female screech owl
Residence: Wiltshire, England
History:
Lucius was born to a privileged and ancient pureblood family in the spring of 1954. From an early age he was taught the importance of bloodline and loyalty to it, as the Malfoys had always been selective about who they believed was worth knowing. Lucius, being young and impressionable, believed every word and would fall in line with his family’s beliefs. He learned to hate as he was taught, and would glare at the people his parents whispered about when they were out. In truth, he was never able to distinguish at that point a muggleborn from a pureblood but would learn later that there was in difference in the way they carried themselves, or at least, the difference from those of his similar thinking.
Learning loyalties aside, Lucius had also begun magical training before he entered school. His parents wanted him to be ahead of the rest of the children, and if even by cheating would prove Malfoy superiority over the rest. His skills as a child proved to be naught but average and his father especially pressed him to be perfect and would make him practice for hours on end spells appropriate for his age until he had gotten them right. But hard work was not without reward. Because his family was wealthy (and especially as Lucius was an only child) he had been spoiled. Eventually he learned that manipulation was much more effective than actual labor, and Lucius learned how to ‘work’ his parents by being temperamental.
Upon turning eleven, Lucius received his Hogwarts letter, though he did not set foot on the train without one last round of rigorous magical practice with his father. Confident in himself and proving the worth of his family, Lucius went into Hogwarts unaware of the melting pot of witches and wizards he would encounter. For the most part he had been a sheltered child, and now he would be forcibly in contact with muggleborns and halfbloods and so many different backgrounds that he had never encountered. He disliked them all immediately. Many of the other first years came into this experience with awe, and Lucius saw them as idiotic, because magic was commonplace to him. It was then he began forming his own reasons for why he hated non-purebloods, rather than simply emulating his parents. His only initial fear was that he would be stuck in a House with them, though upon being sorted into Slytherin, he felt quite assured he would be kept away from all of that.
It was that same year that Lucius began to understand his parents’ obsession with social standing. Seeing other students get hexed in the hallway was enough that he did not want to be ranked low in school society. Unfortunately, the name ‘Malfoy’ was not enough to pull other suitable pureblood children to him, and so he enacted his talent for manipulation, a touch of confidence and strong personality and gathered a considerable number of friends. Even though he felt close to a fair few of them, he knew he was moving upward in rank and that mattered above all, that he be noticed, that he be someone of worth. He continued to move forward in school society in his fourth year, when he was made seeker of the Slytherin Quidditch team. He proved to be a considerably talented flier, and in his sixth year he was made captain.
As the years wore on, Lucius proved to be an exceptional wizard. He found that he had a knack for potions and dueling (the latter proving a great use in dealing with his enemies.) He was never a particularly problem student, getting a detention every so often for a minor offense. He found even then when in a tight spot he could manipulate some teachers, as he would always be quite persuasive and persistent that he never would do anything wrong. That talent seemed to pay off by his fifth year, as he was made a prefect. With that new power he found a great deal of enjoyment in bullying fellow students, as was his idea to take advantage of any situation. In this, his seventh year, he is looking forward to actually acquire a steady girlfriend (or several) and take a break from any serious studying. Too, he is looking forward to exercising his new power as Head Boy, something he will proudly hold over the rest of Hogwarts’ head.
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[/size]YOU TOOK YOUR EYES UP OFF THE GAME
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[/size]YOU’VE GOT NO ONE LEFT TO BLAME
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Roleplay Sample:
He had no intention of staying in this evening, though he would miss his nightly gathering around the fire in the common room, catching up on daily gossip. Tonight Lucius and his friends had planned to waste a few hours rating every girl in Slytherin House by her appearance. He was quite certain it would have proven to be great fun, as there were several dogs in his year, and it would have given him an opportunity to talk at length about Narcissa Black. She had caught his eye for this week, and there was already a bet running for how long it would take Lucius to get her in bed. He smiled inwardly at the thought, Narcissa was by far the most attractive girl in his House, and all of his friends had gone through periods when they thought they could date her. But she seemed ever elusive, almost as elusive as Lucius himself, at least when it came to being in an actual relationship. Perhaps, Lucius thought, this was why both he and Narcissa might very well be the most sought after Slytherins. He smiled wickedly again. He took great pleasure in holding his popularity with the girls over his friend’s heads, always with an amusing anecdote (told at great length) about every girl he had been with, and every girl that wanted to be on his arm. Though his friends were of the top rung socially, Lucius would always best them. He would always be on top. He would always make sure it stayed that way.
Still, tonight he had chosen to abandon that pursuit, leaving behind his friends and a rather large pile up of homework (that his friends would finish for him if they did not desire a particularly nasty hex directed their way.) No, tonight seemed perfect as ever to ensure that Slytherin would be highest in House Points. Lucius had noticed on the way back from dinner that there were an unusually large number of students lingering in the corridors, and he had no doubt that a great majority of them would try to sneak off to loiter in some deserted corridor. Lucius smirked, striding up and out of the dungeons. Tonight seemed perfect as ever to put his prefect duties into full effect. He had made a point first to ask Professor Slughorn if he could patrol the grounds tonight as well because he was ‘so dedicated to upholding school rules.’ Of course Slughorn agreed without question, Lucius was a member of Slughorn’s group of special favorites, and as such was often able to persuade Slughorn into agreeing to whatever he wanted. He hoped he would find this extra privilege of use to him tonight.
But as he scanned the corridors around him, he was met with nothing but dead stillness and the pathetic flickering of torches. Perhaps he had been wrong about his fellow students’ intentions, perhaps for once, everyone was following the rules. “Ugh, someone has to be around,” he muttered to himself, setting off at a quickened, huffy pace down the corridor. Turning several more corners, and coming up empty, Lucius was almost about to give up when he spotted what looked like a first year, standing alone and looking rather confused. Upon recognizing the young boy as a Gryffindor, Lucius strolled up to him with fierce authority. “What are you doing out here? Get back to Gryffindor Tower,” he said imperiously. The boy glanced up at him, terrified and speechless. This was precisely the reaction Lucius had been seeking. “Well, if that’s how you want to be about it, five points from Gryffindor for being in the corridors after hours, and another five for disobeying me. Now get out of here.” The boy scurried away without another word. Lucius smiled with satisfaction, he could almost hear the rubies receding in the giant hourglass. But one Gryffindor would most certainly not be enough for tonight, and Lucius strode off again.
Again he had come up empty, and decided at last that he would take to patrolling the grounds, giving up the castle as a bad job. But as he reached the front door to the castle, he was met with two young Hufflepuff girls, who with one glance at the badge on his chest hurried off in the opposite direction. “Wait,” Lucius called out to stop them. Immediately they came to a halt. “Five points from each of you for being out late. Now you can go.” He waved them off nonchalantly before stepping outside. He shivered as the cool night air permeated his robes. Winter was approaching fast, and he already hated the very idea of it, and all the months of ice and snow and slush that followed. For a moment he considered going back inside, weighing the warmth of the castle to the fun of docking points from students. Ultimately, the latter won out, and he set off down the vast grounds. Yet again he had found no one, at least no one worth docking points from. He had come across a Slytherin fourth year, and ordered him back inside. Lucius knew that several other prefects liked to play this same game, and he would not have points taken from his House because of carelessness. He looked down towards the lake, the stars above reflecting in its black, rippling surface, and spotted two figures along its edge, another perfect opportunity to take points away. Perhaps he might even dock the two of them ten points for being so far from the castle. Strutting haughtily toward them, Lucius reworked the lecture he would give them both before taking a nice chuck of points away. He opened his mouth to speak upon reaching them, but noticing who the boy was he hushed himself immediately. He glanced over to the girl. She was no one he knew, so he might still take points away from her, but he wished so desperately that he could do the same for the boy. He was someone that Lucius despised immensely, a Gryffindor and a blood traitor. Too, he was Head Boy, a position Lucius thought he had deserved. This past summer, upon learning that he had not been selected for it, Lucius was given a long lecture by his father, detailing every mistake he had made, and why he had not earned it. Lucius sneered at the boy; it was his fault that Lucius’ father was disappointed in him. James Potter, it was obvious, had always gotten into more trouble than himself, and why he was ever chosen for Head Boy was a great mystery to him. “What are you doing out here, Potter?” He snapped.
Still, tonight he had chosen to abandon that pursuit, leaving behind his friends and a rather large pile up of homework (that his friends would finish for him if they did not desire a particularly nasty hex directed their way.) No, tonight seemed perfect as ever to ensure that Slytherin would be highest in House Points. Lucius had noticed on the way back from dinner that there were an unusually large number of students lingering in the corridors, and he had no doubt that a great majority of them would try to sneak off to loiter in some deserted corridor. Lucius smirked, striding up and out of the dungeons. Tonight seemed perfect as ever to put his prefect duties into full effect. He had made a point first to ask Professor Slughorn if he could patrol the grounds tonight as well because he was ‘so dedicated to upholding school rules.’ Of course Slughorn agreed without question, Lucius was a member of Slughorn’s group of special favorites, and as such was often able to persuade Slughorn into agreeing to whatever he wanted. He hoped he would find this extra privilege of use to him tonight.
But as he scanned the corridors around him, he was met with nothing but dead stillness and the pathetic flickering of torches. Perhaps he had been wrong about his fellow students’ intentions, perhaps for once, everyone was following the rules. “Ugh, someone has to be around,” he muttered to himself, setting off at a quickened, huffy pace down the corridor. Turning several more corners, and coming up empty, Lucius was almost about to give up when he spotted what looked like a first year, standing alone and looking rather confused. Upon recognizing the young boy as a Gryffindor, Lucius strolled up to him with fierce authority. “What are you doing out here? Get back to Gryffindor Tower,” he said imperiously. The boy glanced up at him, terrified and speechless. This was precisely the reaction Lucius had been seeking. “Well, if that’s how you want to be about it, five points from Gryffindor for being in the corridors after hours, and another five for disobeying me. Now get out of here.” The boy scurried away without another word. Lucius smiled with satisfaction, he could almost hear the rubies receding in the giant hourglass. But one Gryffindor would most certainly not be enough for tonight, and Lucius strode off again.
Again he had come up empty, and decided at last that he would take to patrolling the grounds, giving up the castle as a bad job. But as he reached the front door to the castle, he was met with two young Hufflepuff girls, who with one glance at the badge on his chest hurried off in the opposite direction. “Wait,” Lucius called out to stop them. Immediately they came to a halt. “Five points from each of you for being out late. Now you can go.” He waved them off nonchalantly before stepping outside. He shivered as the cool night air permeated his robes. Winter was approaching fast, and he already hated the very idea of it, and all the months of ice and snow and slush that followed. For a moment he considered going back inside, weighing the warmth of the castle to the fun of docking points from students. Ultimately, the latter won out, and he set off down the vast grounds. Yet again he had found no one, at least no one worth docking points from. He had come across a Slytherin fourth year, and ordered him back inside. Lucius knew that several other prefects liked to play this same game, and he would not have points taken from his House because of carelessness. He looked down towards the lake, the stars above reflecting in its black, rippling surface, and spotted two figures along its edge, another perfect opportunity to take points away. Perhaps he might even dock the two of them ten points for being so far from the castle. Strutting haughtily toward them, Lucius reworked the lecture he would give them both before taking a nice chuck of points away. He opened his mouth to speak upon reaching them, but noticing who the boy was he hushed himself immediately. He glanced over to the girl. She was no one he knew, so he might still take points away from her, but he wished so desperately that he could do the same for the boy. He was someone that Lucius despised immensely, a Gryffindor and a blood traitor. Too, he was Head Boy, a position Lucius thought he had deserved. This past summer, upon learning that he had not been selected for it, Lucius was given a long lecture by his father, detailing every mistake he had made, and why he had not earned it. Lucius sneered at the boy; it was his fault that Lucius’ father was disappointed in him. James Potter, it was obvious, had always gotten into more trouble than himself, and why he was ever chosen for Head Boy was a great mystery to him. “What are you doing out here, Potter?” He snapped.