Theme # 29: Pensieve


“Lucius?”

The voice was tentative, almost as if the person who wielded knew that its presence could send the man bending over the Pensieve, into a fit of anger.

Lucius Malfoy shut the cabinet door close, and turned around to face his wife. There were lines of worry etched deep in his face, and he did not bother to hide them. “What do you want, Narcissa?” He asked roughly.

Her beautiful eyes flickered. “I'm worried about Draco,” she said softly. “We need to talk.”

“No we don’t,” he said curtly, even harshly, as he turned away from her.