Diagon Alley was more bustling than Lucius would have liked. Wizards and witches of all sorts wandered among stores, some in garb he considered unworthy of a true wizard. His black robe billowed with each firm step as he strode gracefully forward, his cane echoing against the cobblestone.

He stopped in front of Borgin and Burkes, glaring disdainfully at a group of half-blood wizards loitering nearby. His lips curved into an icy smile as he slid a finger along the silver pommel of his cane.

“The magical world has lost its refinement” he muttered to himself. “Once, this alley was a place where only those with true lineage could walk with pride. Now...it is filled with deluded people who believe that magic is a right, not a privilege.”

Adjusting his leather gloves with a calculated motion, Lucius entered the store. There were more important matters to attend to than wasting time with mediocrity.