"As they shou-" With a smooth flick of her wand, a cut formed over Lucius" cheekbone. His eyes widened in disbelief that she had actually harmed him. There was something about being in the safety of his home and property that delayed the realization of the inevitable. This was the closest he had ever been to death, even during his time serving Voldemort, but It only dawned on him when he saw his own blood covering his finger tips when he pulled his hand away from his face. Lucius made a show of wiping the blood on to his pants before discreetly feeling around for the knife he left secured to the inside of every desk he owned.