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Hurt, did it? *pissed as she is, she actually does sound a little concerned*

It serves you right. You git.

*claps hands*

And it's six words!

Neville, love? Don't taunt the Death Eater. Mummy doesn't want to have to hurt Mr. Malfoy if he becomes a twat.

*pulls away*

Not. Talking. To. You.

'n I'm not going home either!

See? You don't have to live there and now nobody has to live there not even me! I hope it burns to the ground!

*runs off*

And Mr Malfoy is a GIT! Biggest git in the whole wide world!

Git! Git! Git!

ooc: wee!nev's having a bit of a fit

*looks at Alice, and then Neville, and then Alice again before reaching over, pinching the bridge of his nose and winces painfully at the still bruised skin* ...charming ill mannered child you have.

Oh, like YOU'RE one to talk... Draco's wonderfully behaved. At least mine has a bloody EXCUSE, Lucius. I wasn't around to properly raise him. What's YOUR son's excuse?

He's a Malfoy. He doesn't need a excuse!

Oh, indeed. Well, congratulations, he's just like his FATHER. Maybe he can hurt people he honestly cares about too. Maybe he'll live for it just like you. *voice shakes just a little, but she holds it back*

*blinks, looks at her, hesitating for a moment* ...Draco is a better man then I was, or will be. He won't make my mistakes.

Good. Lucky for whoever falls in love with him as well. I hope your nose is okay. *turns on her heel and walks away*

*swallows, calls out* Alice... *flinches, and looks away*

*cooly* Yes? Would you like blood as well as tears, Lucius?

*chews on his lip and looks away* Nothing. I'm...happy for you. That Frank's about...

*stares at him for a moment* Fine. Thank you. Have a lovely life.

*puts on her best Mum voice* Neville Longbottom! You may be as angry with me as you like, but you WILL show me respect.

*chases after him and grabs him by his shirt collar, and pulls him close* Neville, please... stop being angry with me and hear what I've actually said. *sighs*

And I agree, personally. He is a git. Especially lately. *glares toward Lucius*

No! You don' wanna be with me! FINE! Don't!

*sags a little*

I don't want you either.

I never said that. That's not what I said at all, and it's bloody well not what I meant.

Neville, please... please don't do this. I love you so much, and I'm trying to get WELL. Well enough that we can all take care of each other! So that I can speak with you for hours at a time, and tell you that I love you so that you can hear it and tell you how... *sniffles a little* How proud I am of you... Well enough that I can watch you live out your dreams and celebrate your acomplishements with you. I KNOW you don't see Daddy and I as a burden, but the idea of you living your life to take care of us breaks my heart, lovie. Please... just a little more time, and as soon as we're well, I promise you-we'll live anywhere you want. Move into the house to be with you if you wish, or live nearby so we can visit all of the time... just stop being angry with me.

*slumps*

*tiny voice*

fine. i'll go back and wait. 'm not mad.

Thank you, love. *hugs him close*

Did you really expect any other response? *tilts his head to get a better look at the damage*

Not all married people have the sort of understanding that you and Narcissa have. Honestly if some woman had been involved with Ted while he was alive she would have had a good bit more to worry about than a smushed nose.

I think you'll live Lucius and perhaps even be a bit wiser for it. Yes, in fact it might give your face a little more character. Brawling over a woman can only add to your mystique.

*winces and pulls away, biting his lip* Broken nose, two bruised ribs... *touches his blue bruised cheek, and idly touches his nose, biting down the pain* ...I do tend to threaten Narcissa's beaus... the ones I know about at least. *looks over at her*...character? Good god, you don't think it'll stay this ...*looks pained* Oh god... I did not fight over a woman...much.

Men are such babies. I ought to leave you like this. And yet... *casts a healing spell to take away the bruise and the nose.

I can't have you walking around looking like a common thug. It would simply destroy my outlook on the world. *straightens his clothing* There. Now you're a very respectable looking Death Eater.

Poor Lucius, you do so very much to maintain your frosty, untouchable demeanor then something as common as jealousy brings you back down to earth. I'd feel terrible about it if it didn't give me a glimmer of hope for your humanity.

*almost pouting as she fusses about him* Now you're just humoring me. *blinks and looks at her, soft glare* please stop insulting a man when he's down. It's...improper.

Oh don't sulk at me. I'm not the one rolling about getting myself injured! Now... *once he's cleaned up to her satisfaction* Shall I take you to Fortescue's?

*looks at her, somewhere between utter disbelief and laughter* ...I would be a poor gentleman if I denied a lady's request.