❝What is that song you
sing for the dead?❞
Born a sinner, Lucien Aliester King can talk to the dead. With the reappearance of Death Eaters and the approaching start of another wizarding war, Lucien is torn between venturing i...
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THE THRILL OF IT ALL WAS THE REASON WHY LUCIEN HAD ALWAYS LIKED QUIDDITCH. He wasn't the best Chaser the Slytherin Quidditch Team ever had but he was fairly a good player, even though he wasn't a legendary and memorable one.
Aunt Ramona, on the other hand, had distinguished reasons. She liked the feeling of community. The unity was much needed when the tragedy struck Lily and James Potter, and it was found in Quidditch. Every wizard and witch in the country coming together to watch a good game. Lucien didn't understand why, in his eyes, the game was nothing more than a power battle. Nevertheless the reasons, everyone sitting at the stadium was filled with anticipation. Eager to watch a fair and square game, wizards and witches crowded the stadium, all radiating excitement as they loudly chatted.
Lucien shifted uncomfortably in his seat, waiting for the game to begin. Fred and George were lost in a conversation, Aunt Ramona was greeting a few of her colleagues with Arthur Weasley and Lucien once again found solitude amongst the largest crowd of people.
His gaze trailed over the hectic stadium as if to find something to distract him, luckily the flashing lights and masses of people was more than enough to catch his attention. Still, his mind lingered on the thought that Draco might appear any time now that the game was about to begin.
His head snapped in the direction of the familiar voice of Cornelius Fudge, declaring the Malfoys had indeed arrived at the stadium with all their might. "Ah, and here's Lucius!"
His eyes found Draco almost too easily, his gaze fixed on the blonde one's unimpressed expression in a matter of seconds. Contrasting Lucien's, Draco's hair was perfectly neat.
A corrupt smirk that formed on his pale face was all Lucien could get from Draco, the boy was soon forced into a firm handshake with Fudge. The smirk that was reserved for Lucien was quickly replaced with a wickedly polite smile as the boy chatted with the older male.
Feeling a little disappointed, Lucien shifted in his seat uncomfortably for the millionth time that very day. He had expected a snarky comment about how he was hanging out with the Weasleys, or how close his seat was to the Potter boy's. He was willing to wait for it, wait for the carefully crafted insults pointed at anyone but him.
Nothing came.
Due to the lack of entertainment and somewhat poor company, he sighed loudly before hopping into Fred and George's conversation. The twins were busy mocking Ron, calling him out on his almost every action. Not wanting to get caught up with the mean Slytherin stereotypes, Lucien kept quiet the whole time, the mean words pushed further into the back of his mind as he nodded along with the older Weasley boys.
