Lucius' Office[7]

[Lucius Malfoy]

*a note, addressed to the caretaker, sits on the vast, green leather topped desk*

Touch nothing.
Malfoy

[The Pimpstick]

*a punnet of fig-enhanced pastries appears on desk*

[Lucius Malfoy]

*sees figgy pastries*
*draws wand*
*happens to see Percy Weasley passing the door*

You boy!
Taste one of these. I need to know if they are poisoned.

[Lucius Malfoy]

*sends a memo to Reg Cattermole*

There are crumbs on my desk. Please see to it as a matter of urgency.

[Narcissa Malfoy]

*pie and note appears*

Darling,

Here's a Magical Prune Pie as I know you've been having some problems. This will help you immediately, there is no need to be embarrassed darling, a wife knows these things.

Kisses

Cissy xxx

[Lucius Malfoy]

*pie finds itself magically fed to the pigeons outside*

[Lucius Malfoy]

*calls the minister all sorts of uncomplimentary names under his breath*

Who needs advice on a Sunday? Get up at leisure, read the Daily Prophet over several cups of coffee, have lunch, perhaps a nice trip on your broomstick then back for dinner and several glasses of wine. Really, what's complicated about that? Silly old fool.

[Lucius Malfoy]

*sends a memo to the attracive young witch temping as Scrimgeour's secretary*

My dear Amaranth, do meet me at 12 by the fountain. We shall take a champagne picnic out to St James' park and we can get to know each other better.

Lucius

[Lucius Malfoy]

*brushes hair, straightens robes and sprays expensive cologne*

Accio picnic basket!

*admires self a final time in the mirror before leaving for the fountain*

[Lucius Malfoy]

*sees Weasley passing his office*

*clicks fingers*

Boy! Fetch me tea, the Daily Prophet and a blueberry muffin.

[Lucius Malfoy]

*chats in a low tone in the corridor outside the office with the Minister*

*glares at passing Weasley boy*

*smirks as the Minister turns and walks away with a resigned look on his face*

So good of him to give me his quidditch tickets. Such a shame he has other engagements on cup final day!

[Lucius Malfoy]

*stomps in from the hallway, heartily cheesed off to have to return to work at this hour*

*accios some paperwork from the shelves and walks off to Weasley's office where he leaves it scattered on the desk*

Let him bluster his way out of that!

[Arthur Weasley]

*an interdepartment memo flies in, followed by several stacks of neatly sorted papers*

Mr Malfoy,

Regarding the mysterious appearance of a mound of paperwork on my desk last week, I could only assume that you were having difficulty in comprehending its contents. I have taken the liberty of sorting them for you. It should prove much easier on the eyes. Us old men sometimes need help, eh?

Regards,
A. Weasley

[Lucius Malfoy]

*reads the note and raises eyebrow, picks up his quill and replies*

*sends the note to Arthur's office*

*sigh*

Weasleys...

[Lucius Malfoy]

Mar 15, 2008 0:05:41 GMT Clarissa White said:

"Where are you going?"
"Wouldn't you like to know."
"Students aren't allowed to wander around the Ministry."
"I'm goin' to Malfoy's office." He was momentarily stunned.
"Where?"
"You heard me." She continued on her way, weaving through the mounds of people everywhere. She really did hate crowds.
"Why?"
"That would be between me and Mr. Malfoy, now wouldn't it?"
"What would he want with you?" She didn't care. She would rather be there than answering stupid and demanding questions.
"Something better than what you offer."
"Then let me take you." Did he not believe her? Clarissa had never lied in her entire life. That was why many people hated her so much, because she always spoke the truth whether or not they wanted to hear it. Their personal comforts were of no interest to her. They reached a door that was unlocked - a handsome door as well, showing obvious authority. "Are you sure he is expecting you?"
"Goodbye, Rob." With that, she slipped inside and shut the door in his face. When she turned around, she saw that the office was fairly large, considering the small ones that she was accustomed to seeing. And she actually spotted the couches he had been referring to. She crossed the room and sat down, smirking. Much better than the fountain. She sat with her legs crossed, arms folded, sitting up straight against the backrest of the couch, eyes scannning about the features of the room.

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*swans in and raises brow at the sight of the young girl on his couch*

Ah, Miss White. You took up my offer.

*smiles*

Care for a tea with me? Short break between meetings - you know what it's like.

*looks back at her*

Or maybe not.