I'm not sure if it's funny or sad that you think Lucius Malfoy's spoilt, war-traumatized boy who can't look at me without shaking in terror actually takes my advice on social endeavors.
[ Nonchalant texting aside, this conversation isn't really doing anything helpful for his anxiety levels, so he's going to take that with silent dignity and go back to work. ]
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[ .. if he has to find out. ]
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