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"Lucius, we need to talk."

Lucius had been dreading hearing that, and he winced when Narcissa finally said it. "Yes, darling?"

"About the peacock."

"What about it?" he asked innocently.

"Why?"

"Because!" Lucius snapped, having little patience. "Because you don't understand…"

"And the peacock does?"

"He understands me better than you ever could! He isn't cheating on me with Rodolphus fucking Lestrange, at least!" he burst out.

"He's a peacock!"

"And?" Lucius hissed. "Just because he's a peacock, he can't feel love? You're talking as though he's a Mudblood or something!"

With that, Lucius leapt to his feet and strode out.

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Fin