Draco, then Cecilia.

[lucius_thegreat]

It had been some time since Lucius had his little visit from the Bletchley boy, and that time was spent in some quiet reflection of his own youth. When he first started out following the.. indescribable Dark Lord, Lord Voldemort, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. In a few years, he would be fifty years old.. and most of what he had to show for his life was

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[draco_isgod]

Draco Apparated into his father's office, feeling much too lethargic to actually walk down the steps from his bedroom. The elf had notified him that his father wanted to see him immediately, and did not want to kept waiting.

He walked over and sat in the chair opposite Lucius. "Yes, sir?" He said a bit lazily. It couldn't be later than eight in the morning.

[lucius_thegreat]

Lucius watched his son slump in the chair, which was becoming an awful, disgusting habit of his, "Sit up." He said quickly, clearly annoyed.

He waited for the boy to oblige before continuing.

"I need your opinion on something, Draco. Rather, I need your opinion on someone."

[draco_isgod]

This was, admittedly, the strangest request Lucius ever asked of Draco. He hardly cared about him, let alone his thoughts. This should be interesting.

"Of course, Father. Of whom?"

It was a bit of an effort to keep awake enough to sit up straight, as captivating as the subject of conversation might be.

[lucius_thegreat]

Lucius watch Draco slip in the leather chair, catch himself and sit up straight once more. It really just made him want to hit the idiot.

He picked up his coffee cup and leaned it up against his lips, watching Draco over the top of the china-waiting impatiently. Was his eye really glazing over?

"Draco, for Merlin's sake-wake up!" He yelled placing the cup back on the tray with a bang-sending a crack up the old china.

"I demand your full attention."