Lucius stood by the windowsill of Malfoy Manor, his blue eyes narrow as he looks out. His blonde hair is somewhat ragged, some untamed stubble dusting his jawline. Narcissa had divorced him and taken Draco with him, and now he doesn't know what to do with himself.

He sighs heavily to himself and pinches the bridge of his nose, lost in his own thoughts. He went to call on Dobby to get him a drink before realising he was gone too. Exasperated and weighed down by his many losses, Lucius pushes himself away from the window and goes to the kitchen, grabbing some Firewhiskey to once again drown his sorrows.

Lucius takes a few sips, staring blankly at the counter before an urgent knock on the door makes him jump, jolting him out of his thoughts. Less than impressed, Lucius walks to the door and opens it.