[ It's said to merely be an expression that you can smell fear, but Lucius has never found that to be true. No, fear does have a distinct smell, one he'd be hard-pressed to describe exactly. He smiles a little as he slides the shot across and then downs his own in one swallow.
This one smells like fear. Not quite terror, yet. It's not quite like when he'd slipped into the cottage of a Muggleborn witch and made her thoroughly regret ever being born with magic - but it's fear all the same. Lucius leans one elbow on the scarred table and tilts his head to one side. ]
Lucius Malfoy. You are?
[And there's Ron's confirmation. Lucius' eyes glitter a bit as he waits to see if he can smell a lie, too. Whoever this is, he's too on edge to belong here, and he's very curious to hear who he'll claim to be. ]
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This one smells like fear. Not quite terror, yet. It's not quite like when he'd slipped into the cottage of a Muggleborn witch and made her thoroughly regret ever being born with magic - but it's fear all the same. Lucius leans one elbow on the scarred table and tilts his head to one side. ]
Lucius Malfoy. You are?
[And there's Ron's confirmation. Lucius' eyes glitter a bit as he waits to see if he can smell a lie, too. Whoever this is, he's too on edge to belong here, and he's very curious to hear who he'll claim to be. ]