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Name: Lucius Malfoy Birthdate: March 27, 1955 Age Now: 64 Blood Status: Pure Hair: Was platinum blonde, now turning pure white Eyes: Blue History: A devout follower of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, Lucius has had many falling outs with the Ministry and recently, was broken out of a Ministry...

Lucius smiled warmly back at Alicia; while his heart was a cold block of ice, Alicia had always managed to defrost it a little. Somehow, seeing her this one moment had filled the void that Narcissa had forced him to possess when she left him behind. "I'll find a place to live, don't worry,"...

((I just totally found out who your siggie lady is! I just watched Divine Secrets of the Ya ya sisterhood last night!)) Lucius could only smile sadly back at Alicia. "At least I'm not in a cell, right? Then I wouldn't even be able to contact you."

"I truly don't know," Lucius said quietly. He smiled back at Alicia. "I stayed for a while with a certain Norwegian friend, but that is not so anymore."

((attractive wrinkles? =)) )) Lucius smiled. "Don't worry. I appreciate it. I have been drifting through the homes of others, but I need somewhere permanent." He smirked; although she had aged, it did not hinder Alicia's beauty in any way.

"Well, me too," Lucius said smirking, "It's a pain having the Ministry on my tail. And I can't exactly go back home either." His expression saddened, and he removed his hood, figuring he was safe enough. His face definitely had a lot more wrinkles from when they had last met.

Lucius smirked beneath his hood. "And how have you been? I am sorry for the way I had to.. leave.. the last time I saw you. I was actually looking forward to a chat, but my colleagues seem to have horrible timing."

Lucius' heart caught in his chest as he saw Alicia; he hadn't seen her in so long. Not as a free man, anyways. He did not want to be tattled on to the Ministry, so he kept his cloak wrapped himself, his blue eyes glittering beneath his hood. They had so much history together, Alicia and...

"I suppose," Lucius sighed, rubbing his temples with slender fingers, "Who bit you?"

Lucius raised his eyebrow, but said nothing for a bit. "How long have you been one, Elizabeth?" he asked, the question quiet and slightly cold. She was surprising him over and over again.

Lucius' eyes widened as he watched Elizabeth kiss Garett Black. Well, that's new, he thought. He shrugged it off, however, just not phased anymore.

"Yes, why thank you, Elizabeth," Lucius said, smiling genuinely as he sat down. "We all know where he ended up, Valcan." He smirked, wishing for a glass of something, he didn't care what, to quench his thirst.

"Well, if you want to be caught by the ministry," Lucius smirked, answering Valcan's question. "This seems quite like the 1990s, eh, Valcan?" He smirked, but he was still winded. Man, I am getting too damned old.

Lucius smirked just a bit of his granddaughter. "Good to see you too, Elizabeth. I see you've had a change of heart." Sitting down at the large dinner table, he suddenly wished that he had his cane.

Lucius brushed off his robes as he apparated to Drage Herrogard, not having been here in years. His breathing was harsh and ragged, although his eyes were twinkling with amusement. He was glad to be out of that stupid ministry, and glad that so many had been killed. He was silent as he looked...

Lucius gasped as the spell hit him in the chest with massive force, his body convulsing violently. He was too old for this, and he dropped his wand, collapsing to the floor, his eyes flaring in rage.

"Protego Totalum!" Lucius repeated after the man before him, smirking, "Two can play that game, young man." His expression darkened. He wasn't going to get anywhere with attacking the two young aurors. But someone else would do. "Diffindo!" he bellowed, at a table of people, who were frozen...

"Impedimenta!" Lucius yelled, pointing his wand at the young woman attacker. He was sick of sitting in the dark, while always under the watch of the ministry. He was too old for it; and if he made it out of here, he could disappear.

"I was about to ask the same of you," Lucius replied coldly, pocketing a pair of rather expensive looking gloves as he rested his cane against a table leg. "My business is only one of a visit, but I do not understand your inquiries; this place is quite abysmal." He looked around, as if there...

"Relax, dear Merlin," Lucius hissed, turning up his nose. "I watched the whole thing; I daresay you are in a most unfortunate situation." He gave the infant a passing glance, but he wasn't all that impressed. A child was a child.