Lucius rarely was in the cafeteria. He hated the food and couldn't stand the company. Often he took his food and ate in private. He missed his home. Missed his family. He missed being able to do something. Each day here seemed to blur in to one. Although, tutoring BitterBlue made a change of pace and his talks with his cousin added some color, but it wasn't enough.

His grey eyes easily spied his wife among the crowd. Surprise showed briefly in his eyes, at her presence being here. Despite having to wear the clothing here, she managed to outshine everyone in the room. They didn't do her justice at all. He could tell just by the way she stood, she wasn't happy at all.

He strode through the room, his head held high, and his own presence demanding the respect his status reserved. His health had returned since his arrival here, but nothing would get rid of the haunted look from his time in Azkaban and as a servant of the Dark Lord. He was dressed much like the others, his walking stick no longer present. He despised not having it with him.

Lucius approached his wife and place a hand on her shoulder. "Narcissa, please follow me," he said in spoke in a soft tone. He was not going to explain everything here, knowing that the information he would have to give would distress her.