#56—Fight

“Why do you always have to pick a fight with me, Lucius? Why can’t we just be civil?”

“Because I don’t like you, Narcissa. Being civil to you is like trying to be civil to a muggle. I just can’t bring myself to do it.”

“You can’t leave me. You might as well make the best of a bad situation. We do, after all, have a son.”

“Is that what that two-legged blonde thing is walking around? I thought he was a house elf crossed with a giant.”

“Do you care about anyone else but yourself?”

“Certainly not about you.”