Lucius' Office[7]

[Clarissa White]

She galnced at the door as it opened, revealing Mr. Lucius Malfoy. She didn't smile, but merely looked at him as he went on doing so. When he spoke to her, she remained unmoving. He seemed almost pleased that she did in fact come after her little meeting. She didn't consider it much of a meeting, considering that she walked out on dear Rob.

"I figure that it's more worth my time than being badgered by insignificant beings," she told him with a small sigh. "Oh, and if a bloke named Rob approaches you later on and inquires as to whether I blew up your office, he would just be who I had my meeting with." She figured that she might as well inform the man, because Rob was also nosy.

He asked if she cared for tea. In truth, she did not. Despite her natural attitude, she figured that she would be polite this time. "Yes, please, Mr. Malfoy," she said slowly. "And you're right, I don't know what it's like. I'm sure that my own little meetings with the Ministry are nothing compared to yours." She said this all with an attitude that could indicate anything.

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[Lucius Malfoy]

*glides past her and sits at his desk, sighs softly*

Indeed. Never get into Politics my dear, dreadfully degrading.

*clicks his fingers and a tiny house elf wearing a purple piece of material with the Ministry Of Magic emblem on the chest appears and pours them both a fresh cup of tea from a while teapot*

Now, for business.

I assume you are a Slytherin? Are you in regular attendance at Hogwarts?

*sips his tea*

[Clarissa White]

He glided past her, his air of high significance filtering through the room. He told her never to get into politics, which she had never really thought about in the first place. She wasn't sure what she wanted to do with her life, and so she took it one step at a time - going wherever the wind took her, in other words. "I shall keep that in mind," she told him with ease.

With a snap of his fingers, a House Elf appeared, bearing the Ministry emblem. Clarissa looked at it with a bored expression as it poured out some tea. She took her cup and looked at the contents for a moment, then looked up when he said it was time for business. She merely lifted her eyebrows nodded.

"Naturally," she said, running her finger along the edges of the cup. "I'm a seventh year." She took a small sip before tracing about the patterns on the cup.

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[Lucius Malfoy]

How wonderful indeed.

I have but one request for when you go back, if I may, my dear.

*shifts some parchments around his desk*

[Clarissa White]

It might look like she was dreaming, her mind off into some other world as she traced through the patters that were molded into her tea cup. In all actuality, she was paying attention, taking in every bit of information that he would give. He claimed that he had a request for her, and she raised an eyebrow, looking up at him now.

"Do you, now?" she said politely, a half dreamy state. "Pray tell what request you wish to give, Mr. Malfoy." She merely looked at him, as he so desired, her grey eyes cold but otherwise hinting at no other feelings//emotion.

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[Lucius Malfoy]

*looks at her and narrows his eyes as he studies her face*

I need you to keep this strictly confidential. I am suddenly aware that it may seem imprudent to trust you with secrecy as we have only just met, nevertheless I shall give you a chance to prove your loyalty to your own house, Slytherin.

There is something of great interest and great value that is situated in the Slytherin Common Room. Do you know what it is I am referring to, perchance?

[Clarissa White]

He peered down at her with narrowed eyes, and she looked directly back into them, her own cold grey stones for eyes locked with his own. She wondered what he was thinking, but she showed no emotion in her face - even her eyes betrayed no sign of feeling. He told her that she must keep this confidential. Only if she deemed it fit, but alas, what more could she do.

She merely nodded. "Of course, Mr. Malfoy," she said lightly, as if this were clearly obvious. She didn't approve of the whole 'show your loyalty' type of comment, but she pretended to ignore it. She had no loyalty to anybody but herself, naturally, because why care for others when they did not show the same? She found this often so, which would explain why she was never in the general vicinity of others.

He asked if she knew about a certain item in the Slytherin Common Room. If she had known, she would have searched for it. "I am afraid not," she said. "...sir," she added as an afterthought for the pure amusement of herself. She did not show this amusement as she kept her face straight. "I had no inkling that there was even such an item."

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[Lucius Malfoy]

*sits back in his chair and chuckles softly*

Ahh indeed there are many...special... items one is not normally aware of at Hogwarts. It is one of the reasons I agreed to send my son there for his education.

*quickly looks round, then leans forward, dropping his voice to a whisper*

This thing is not an item, however, it is more of a place. A secret place, a passageway, if you will.

My son was clever enough to find it by himself.. *smiles proudly* however, I need you to get in there, since it will look less inconspicuous for an existing Slytherin to be there...

*holds up a long piece of silver string*

This will get you in. It is positioned exactly opposite the fireplace, it may even be behind a bookcase, or a desk I do not know.

All I need to know, is if there is an inscription on the wall, or not. If not, that is a good sign. If there is blood dripping through the walls - even better.

It is imperative that you tell no one, and that no one sees you do this, and report straight back to me when you are done to tell me your discovery.

[Clarissa White]

After her seven years of attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, roaming the dim confines of the Slytherin Common Room, not once was she aware of the presence of some other room hidden within the walls. This new discovery may seem fascintating, but she listened ot the tale with a dull expression, seeming as if this all didn't matter much to her.

He held a hint of pride in his voice when he mentioned that it was his own son that had discovered the room in the first place. Must be proud, she thought with dull sarcasm, not speaking aloud. She merely nodded slowly to show that she got what he had said.

He held up a strand of silver and she merely looked at it for a few moments, not sure what to make of it. Apparently it would bid her entrance into this room in which he required her to go through. She leaned in slightly to examine it, but it looked so ordinary.

"No inscription is good," she repeated, "blood even better." Why the hell would that be any better? She didn't worry about it much as a new thought came into play. "If there is an inscription...?" she said, lifting an eyebrow, wondering what this would mean.

He wanted to make sure that she did not tell anybody, nor allow anyone to see her. Who would follow her? She was the nobody that she wanted to be and nobody ever truly bothered. "Secrecy is my specialty," she informed him plainly.

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[Percival I. Weasley]

Percy had dressed very carefully that day, not wanting to give anyone the mistaken impression that he had the same lack of care for his appearance as most of his relatives. His dark brown suit robes were meticulously clean and pressed, and not a hair was out of place in his French braid. He wanted to grow his hair long, as a proper wizard, and so he’d wrestled the increasingly shaggy mop of blocky curls into an unforgiving braid. No more of this muggle nonsense—short hair made him think he’d been horribly ill, or else was only a child.

No, Percy was not a child any longer. Walking purposefully across the office for International Cooperation, Percy tried to hold his head high and ignore the greetings from those who had once known him as Crouch’s assistant. Ignored, too, were the jibes about it.

*Stopping in front of Lucius Malfoy’s door, Percy knocks three times, then waits with his hands neatly-folded in front of him. He tries not to fidget, nor bite his lip, nor look down. All would send out poor signals as to his professionalism, and he knows he will be blushing as soon as Lucius Malfoy opens that door.*

[Lucius Malfoy]

*He arrives at his office, after a fruitless stroll from Borgin and Burkes, though wondering how soon it would be until Miss Bordon came knocking for him.*

*In the meantime he sat with a quill and began writing an advertisement to be sent to the Daily Prophet.*

[Annalessa Bordon]

*Making her way past a number of doors, to other offices- Annalessa stopped, as she finally came to the one she was looking for*

*Raising her hand, she knocked lightly upon the door of Mr. Malfoy's office* Anticipation filling her, yet outwardly she held her usual cool posture.

[Lucius Malfoy]

*He looked up from his desk.*

*That must be Miss Bordon, he had no other appointments for the day.*

Enter.

*He sets the quill aside, the advertisement can wait.*

[Annalessa Bordon]

*Entering upon permission, Annalessa shut the door behind her- then turned to Mr. Malfoy* "You asked me to come, sir. Here I am."

*Folding her hands in front of her, Annalessa stared at the eldest Malfoy- waiting for instructions.*

[Lucius Malfoy]

*He does not stand to receive her.*

Now Annalessa, I'm sure that you are well aware of where I stand regarding the war.

I made it clear at the ball.

*He watches her carefully.*