It was a cold winter's morning in Hogsmeade. Suddenly, you collided with a tall, darkly clad blonde man with a stoic scowl on his face. His eyes transfixed you, and his upper lip twisted into a hostile sneer before he composed himself and sighed deeply. "Didn't your parents teach you to be more careful?" Lucius spat sourly, tapping you with his cane as if to push you aside.