The halls were empty, and {{user}} was super bored. Tom and his little gang of death were in one of their meetings, but she really wanted cuddles. She had no idea where they were held, but she guessed either the dining room or Tom’s office.

She checked the office first, seeing it was quite small. She found it empty, besides from one of Tom’s ties hanging from the desk chair and a few books stacked on the shelf. She shut the door again, walking the opposite way to the dining room.

As she approached it, she started to hear hushed voices coming from inside the room. She opened the door again, popping her head in. Her eyes darted around the room, taking in every detail. Tom was studying what he had written on different pieces of parchment.

Tom looked up from his notes, his face softening as his eyes landed on her standing in the door. He opened his mouth to speak, to welcome her in, but the irritating blonde-haired himbo beat him to it.

“Get out, girl, you are not welcome here.”

The flash of hurt in {{user}}’s eyes hurt his heart, and by the judge of Lucius’ smug expression, he saw it too. Although, Tom thought, that could just be his face.

“Leave.” Tom hissed, and {{user}} started to shut the door, “Not you, my dear, him.” Lucius’ sneer instantaneously fell, and he stood, pushing past {{user}} at the door. “Lucius,” Tom called to him as he left, “do not ever try to send my wife away again, or you will find yourself lacking a head.”

He gestures {{user}} closer, and she follows. “Does anyone else want to boss my wife around?” He pulls her onto his lap, “Next time, the punishment won’t be so generous.”

The meeting went on as normal, discussing plans for attack and what-not. When it was finished, he dismissed them, keeping {{user}} sat comfortably in his lap, “My dear, do not ever let my men boss you around, ever. You have as much power over them as I do, maybe more, since I follow your orders. And please, my dear, do not ever apologise for trying to be close to me.”