Author's Note – I have no idea where this came from…I'm fairly certain I needed sleep when I wrote this. Disclaimer – I do not own Lucius Malfoy or any of the HP world.
It had to be right.
When he walked into a room, he had to command immediate attention. For this reason, and this reason alone, he had cautiously made his way to the non-magical part of London. Carefully casting a Disillusionment charm on himself, he watched the…the…fashion show.
I have no idea what…fashion…this is supposed to be displaying.
He shook his head. He was not here to look at clothing. He was watching the walk the models used. All of them had a particular glide or strut that emphasized their best features.
There – that one.
One model in a particular, a male with long dark hair stalked down the runway. He studied the way the man held his body, his head and how he placed his feet. Everything drew attention to the man's hair and face. A sharp turn, or a slow glance, all of it highlighted the man's power and control – over himself and his audience.
The silent watcher slipped from the room and Disapperated back to his manor. Inside the empty ballroom, he placed a Pensieve at one end and deposited the memory of the model inside. With a flick of his wand, he set the memory in motion and set it to repeat.
Conjuring a line of mirrors, Lucius Malfoy began to imitate and practice the man's walk and behavior. If he could get that same walk, same look down, he would owe the man a debt. He mused on it as he continued to practice his walk.
Hmm, perhaps I will repay the Mudblood with a swift, painless death.