Only because he knows Bella so well, only because they've been something of a mismatched set of fair and dark for more than five years now - only because of these things does Lucius note the sudden rising rage. Sometimes he tries to make it rise on purpose, for that deliciously electric effect it had at certain times. This isn't one of those, and the analytical part of his mind pushes through the chemical haze. His own hand on Bellatrix isn't soothing or staying so much as urging patience. Soon enough she can vent her anger, soon enough, except...
His eye color is rare, except among Malfoys who tend to breed along similar lines. Gold hair that pales with age. Patrician bone structure. Height, near or at six feet. Lean lines. And storm-gray eyes with barely a hint of blue. He tilts his head, and when he narrows his own eyes they are startlingly clear for right now.
"They are not as common as brown," he murmurs. But it's not the eye color, really. There's hardly something so English as gray eyes. No, it's the combination of things; the overlong blond hair beginning to pale, the face, the drawl, the smirk. The Muggle's not as tall as he is, but the way he holds his head...Malfoy. He'd almost wager galleons on it.
Especially when he recalls his drunk words from when they'd first stumbled into the store; he looks almost exactly like Abraxas Malfoy, almost exactly, and Lucius turns his head to look at Bella. "What did I say Scorpius called his father? Draco?" He'd thought, when Scorpius had arrived, that perhaps he'd feel more kinship with a man meant to be his own son, but it turns out that's not the case - not if what he's suspecting is true.
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His eye color is rare, except among Malfoys who tend to breed along similar lines. Gold hair that pales with age. Patrician bone structure. Height, near or at six feet. Lean lines. And storm-gray eyes with barely a hint of blue. He tilts his head, and when he narrows his own eyes they are startlingly clear for right now.
"They are not as common as brown," he murmurs. But it's not the eye color, really. There's hardly something so English as gray eyes. No, it's the combination of things; the overlong blond hair beginning to pale, the face, the drawl, the smirk. The Muggle's not as tall as he is, but the way he holds his head...Malfoy. He'd almost wager galleons on it.
Especially when he recalls his drunk words from when they'd first stumbled into the store; he looks almost exactly like Abraxas Malfoy, almost exactly, and Lucius turns his head to look at Bella. "What did I say Scorpius called his father? Draco?" He'd thought, when Scorpius had arrived, that perhaps he'd feel more kinship with a man meant to be his own son, but it turns out that's not the case - not if what he's suspecting is true.
Mostly just annoyance.