#72—Vex

Lucius sat in his chair, fists clenched, mumbling under his breath and sneering at nothing. Narcissa was somewhat worried.

“Darling, you look vexed. What’s wrong?”

“Vexed? Vexed? Do I look vexed, Narcissa? You want to know why? Because Potter stepped far beyond the line of reasonableness, that’s why you half-dead twit. If you haven’t noticed, we’re lacking a servant. The dishes are piling up.”

“Then we’ll get a new one. Losing Dobby isn’t the end of the world.”

“But I don’t want a new one. He’s been in my family for generations and that arrogant little boy set him free.”