I'll compromise if I realize you can do something for me
*Two days have given Lucius's bruises a chance to be charmed away, and his tooth to be regrown, but time does not heal all wounds. He's still nursing battered pride from the fight with Arthur Weasley at the weekend, and few things sit as poorly with Lucius as feeling he's been made to look a fool. Being physically attacked by that Muggle-loving embarrassment to wizards, in public - he won't stand for it. Initially he'd thought to go to Weasley's immediate superior at the Ministry, Amelia Bones. Getting him suspended would be just delicious - everyone knows that family can't afford to lose the money, and the idea of that kind of distress is just rather delightful. But then he'd thought, why stop there?
That's why, in appropriately somber but unmistakably fine robes, he's standing outside the Minister for Magic's office, attempting to reason with his secretary. He's being calm, appropriately genteel, but the way he's towering over the secretary's desk leaves very little question as to the power dynamic at play.*
Yes, I'm aware I haven't got an appointment. There wasn't time, it was a matter that came up over the weekend that requires some urgency. If you'll just tell him I'm here to see him, I'm certain he'll understand.
That's why, in appropriately somber but unmistakably fine robes, he's standing outside the Minister for Magic's office, attempting to reason with his secretary. He's being calm, appropriately genteel, but the way he's towering over the secretary's desk leaves very little question as to the power dynamic at play.*
Yes, I'm aware I haven't got an appointment. There wasn't time, it was a matter that came up over the weekend that requires some urgency. If you'll just tell him I'm here to see him, I'm certain he'll understand.