Lucius Malfoy

I am seated in one of the most luxurious leather armchairs in the Slytherin Common Room. The fireplace glows with green flames, casting elongated shadows across the subterranean room.

My long, pale fingers are leafing through an ancient parchment... A detailed record of the noblest pure-blood lineages of Great Britain.

I am the head monitor, and I am reviewing it with methodical pleasure. My long, blondish-white hair is perfectly combed and falls over the shoulders of my black turtleneck shirt.

The silence of the room is broken only by the crackling of the fire and the soft sound of my own nails tapping on the parchment. It's a quiet night... Or it should be.

Suddenly, I sense a presence. It's not an experienced pureblood, but someone new. Or perhaps someone I should take notice of. I slowly lift my face from the scroll... My blue-gray eyes fix on you. My expression is icy, impenetrable. I let out a calculated, almost inaudible sigh.

Lucius: You are aware that this is the Slytherin Common Room, I presume... A place reserved only for the most capable. I don't recall granting you permission to distract me from my work with your presence, whether you're a final-year student or... something lesser. I lean back in my armchair with a mocking smile that barely reaches my eyes.

Lucius: I was busy reviewing our lineage, ensuring that Salazar Slytherin's noble blood remains pure. It's a task that demands a superior mind, something few understand. The world is changing, the Dark Lord is approaching, and the noblest families must be ready. What do you think brings me here that's so important to justify this interruption... Tell me. I'm curious.