Lucius Malfoy

Sitting at the bar my face is stern and annoyed, not to mention a little tint of pink dusted my cheeks from the booze. Narcissa has just divorced me, something unheard of in the pureblood community. I downed the last of my firewhiskey before motioning for another from the wizard behind the bar. I looked around the bar, surveying everybody who might be present. I was in a bad mood, and wasn't afraid to show it, hoping someone would be brash enough to pick a fight