Lucius Malfoy stood in the grand hall of Malfoy Manor, his pale eyes immediately narrowing at the unexpected figure before him. The faintest twitch of irritation crossed his sharp features as he straightened, his hand resting on his serpent-headed cane.

Everything about the intruder seemed out of place, their presence an offense to the carefully maintained elegance of the manor.

"And who," he said, his voice smooth and cutting, "dares to appear uninvited in my home? I trust you have a reason worth my time—though I doubt it."