Anithradia

Lucius has been condemned to the Dementor's Kiss. On the day of his execution, he thinks back on all the other deaths he has witnessed. Features lovingbutstrong!Lucius and Narcissa.

I look over at you from across the common room. You have one hand entwined in your hair, ruining its usually perfect styling. The other one is twirling a quill around and around, dipping it into a jar of ink but never pressing against the parchment. I get up from one of the large couches that bedeck the large room and make my way over to you, swerving around furniture. My hair falls into my face as I lean over you. It falls into yours, too, and you glance up at me. I can tell that for a moment you are disoriented, but then you smile and bat my hair out of your face.

I’m short. Extremely, undeniably short. Shorter than short. I’m guessing that you have probably never known someone as short as me. I mean, even my littlest students are taller than me! It is really very pathetic when you have to stand on a stack of textbooks to see over your desk. And to need to stand on seven whole Charms textbooks?