Snow on the Roof
Title: Snow on the Roof
Rating: G
Characters: Lucius, Narcissa, Draco
Summary: Lucius worries about his looks
Warnings:None I can think of.
Notes: Written for philstar22 who wanted post DH Lucius fic. Apparently my muse decided that meant Lucius worrying about the decay of his looks. Personally, I think she's traumatized by the fic o'doom.
Word Count:500ish
Lucius stared at himself in the mirror. Azkaban had taken its toll on his looks. Combine that with the death of his best friend, and the uncertainty he was now living with on a daily basis, and he looked old. Far too old. He looked at his hair. Didn't it used to be a nice platinum blonde? Now it was yellowish, and just looked dirty. It was time to do something about that. He'd been wallowing in sorrow and helplessness for far too long. He was a Malfoy, goddamn it! Malfoys always land on their feet. First he was going to fix his looks, then he was going to fix everything else. But how to fix his looks? He looked critically at his hair. Doing something about that awful yellowish white would be a good start.
About half an hour later, after a talk with 'Cissa about his hair (and new wrinkles), he was back in front of the mirror. 'Cissa was standing behind him, ready to help.
"I still say keep it white. It looks distinguished, plus it might make the Wizengamot more sympathetic to your case. Pleading coercion will work better if you look haggard and worn."
"But only old people have white hair. I'm only 43, far too young for white hair."
"Lucius, dearest, you're going to have to come to terms with it. You're getting old. Plus, you can change the color later. It's not hard, or so I'm told. Now sit still, or you're going to end up with white eyebrows."
Lucius sat as still as he could, while 'Cissa ran her wand through his hair, muttering a spell. Soon his hair was completely white. He had to admit it looked much better, even if he still looked old.
"I still look old."
"And that's a good thing right now. Your ordeal has aged you beyond your years. We want people thinking that."
"But I look at least sixty!"
"Lucius, I'm going to point out the obvious here. You spent a year in Azkaban, then a year being the Dark Lord's plaything, while being scared to death for Draco and me. Then Severus died, and you're looking at spending the rest of your life in Azkaban. I'm not surprised you look twenty years older, and you should. If you didn't, your story is far less believable. And if you don't stop complaining, I'm going to hex you bald. We clear?"
"Yes, dear."
"Now, you have a meeting with the lawyer after lunch. Don't forget it."
'Cissa patted him on the head, and left the bathroom. Lucius continued to look in the mirror.
"But I don't want to be old."
"Um, father, you're old. Ancient in fact."
Lucius turned around to see Draco leaning against the doorway nonchalantly.
"Not too old to out-fly you, boy."
"You're on, old man. Race across the lake and back?"
"Sounds good to me."
Draco whooped and ran downstairs. Lucius quickly followed. With all the horrible things that had happened, with all the loss and uncertainty, it was a wonderful thing just to be able to race Draco while 'Cissa cheered them on.
Rating: G
Characters: Lucius, Narcissa, Draco
Summary: Lucius worries about his looks
Warnings:None I can think of.
Notes: Written for philstar22 who wanted post DH Lucius fic. Apparently my muse decided that meant Lucius worrying about the decay of his looks. Personally, I think she's traumatized by the fic o'doom.
Word Count:500ish
Lucius stared at himself in the mirror. Azkaban had taken its toll on his looks. Combine that with the death of his best friend, and the uncertainty he was now living with on a daily basis, and he looked old. Far too old. He looked at his hair. Didn't it used to be a nice platinum blonde? Now it was yellowish, and just looked dirty. It was time to do something about that. He'd been wallowing in sorrow and helplessness for far too long. He was a Malfoy, goddamn it! Malfoys always land on their feet. First he was going to fix his looks, then he was going to fix everything else. But how to fix his looks? He looked critically at his hair. Doing something about that awful yellowish white would be a good start.
About half an hour later, after a talk with 'Cissa about his hair (and new wrinkles), he was back in front of the mirror. 'Cissa was standing behind him, ready to help.
"I still say keep it white. It looks distinguished, plus it might make the Wizengamot more sympathetic to your case. Pleading coercion will work better if you look haggard and worn."
"But only old people have white hair. I'm only 43, far too young for white hair."
"Lucius, dearest, you're going to have to come to terms with it. You're getting old. Plus, you can change the color later. It's not hard, or so I'm told. Now sit still, or you're going to end up with white eyebrows."
Lucius sat as still as he could, while 'Cissa ran her wand through his hair, muttering a spell. Soon his hair was completely white. He had to admit it looked much better, even if he still looked old.
"I still look old."
"And that's a good thing right now. Your ordeal has aged you beyond your years. We want people thinking that."
"But I look at least sixty!"
"Lucius, I'm going to point out the obvious here. You spent a year in Azkaban, then a year being the Dark Lord's plaything, while being scared to death for Draco and me. Then Severus died, and you're looking at spending the rest of your life in Azkaban. I'm not surprised you look twenty years older, and you should. If you didn't, your story is far less believable. And if you don't stop complaining, I'm going to hex you bald. We clear?"
"Yes, dear."
"Now, you have a meeting with the lawyer after lunch. Don't forget it."
'Cissa patted him on the head, and left the bathroom. Lucius continued to look in the mirror.
"But I don't want to be old."
"Um, father, you're old. Ancient in fact."
Lucius turned around to see Draco leaning against the doorway nonchalantly.
"Not too old to out-fly you, boy."
"You're on, old man. Race across the lake and back?"
"Sounds good to me."
Draco whooped and ran downstairs. Lucius quickly followed. With all the horrible things that had happened, with all the loss and uncertainty, it was a wonderful thing just to be able to race Draco while 'Cissa cheered them on.