Post by malfoy on Oct 22, 2007 19:18:56 GMT
Lucius was wandering the halls of Malfoy Manor absently, eyes skating over portraits and family heirlooms that lined the walls. Each one held a story, or so he was told and had been told the story of each many times it seemed. And he'd deemed it appropriate to at least pretend to listen. Which'd explain why he couldn't recall what on earth the shriveled up dead animal in a glass case would be doing on the top floor of the house. Shaking his head slightly in bemusement, he made his way down a couple of flights of stairs, hand trailing along the smooth wood of the banister.
His conversation with a house elf this morning had put him in a rather foul mood. He couldn't stand the sniveling pathetic creatures and having to talk to one for five whole minutes had been torture. But, at least it was over now and hopefully he wouldn't have to see it again for a further few days.
He wished there was something to do around, that could relieve him of his moody temperament or failing that at least occupy him for a couple of hours...but no, nothing. A library of books; all of the ones that interested him he had already read...or at least skimmed through. A few acres of grounds, most of which he had traversed at some point. Empty corridors most boys his age would take advantage of and deface, held no amusement for him.
He sighed heavily as he set foot in the downstairs hall, resolving to wander around the downstairs floor of the house.
His conversation with a house elf this morning had put him in a rather foul mood. He couldn't stand the sniveling pathetic creatures and having to talk to one for five whole minutes had been torture. But, at least it was over now and hopefully he wouldn't have to see it again for a further few days.
He wished there was something to do around, that could relieve him of his moody temperament or failing that at least occupy him for a couple of hours...but no, nothing. A library of books; all of the ones that interested him he had already read...or at least skimmed through. A few acres of grounds, most of which he had traversed at some point. Empty corridors most boys his age would take advantage of and deface, held no amusement for him.
He sighed heavily as he set foot in the downstairs hall, resolving to wander around the downstairs floor of the house.
