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Post by Lucius Malfoy on Sept 14, 2011 15:56:34 GMT -5
His feet touched the ground, the shadows that had engulfed him fading away into the soft soil he stood on. For a moment he only looked up at the tall building in front of him. Part of his mind murmured how ugly it was too him, but he had long ago expecting something else, houses tended to reflect who their owner was and Avery was far from pretty. His fingers were tight around his wand, but he knew it would be a bad idea to be holding it as he arrived at the house, he was supposed to be friends with these people. So he returned it to it's sheath on his arm, but didn't not move.
Lucius wasn't quite sure why he was here, but Avery had sent him a letter stating that he should visit him and that there would be a few old, close friends there. Lucius wasn't stupid, he knew that there would be Death Eaters, and the ones that he hated the most. It was a sad thought that the most bearable and most...Well, sane seeming of the group were in Azkaban. Except for Bella of course, she was a fucking lunatic. But Dolph and Rab and been good friends to him once.
He sighed softly and walked to the gate, moving through with ease, knowing that it was the mark on his arm allowing him to enter. He knocked sharply on the door and was let in by an elf who took his coat and showed him to the large front room. Once inside he was greeted by Avery, to whom he gave a frosty smile. He noticed the Carrows, Selwyn and Yaxley and a few others, but chose to lean against a wall next to Mulciber, a man he had become closer to (though not much) from his work at the ministry.
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