(Untitled)

[dracolicious]

I've been feeling out of sorts. Now that Granger has ousted me from most of the renovation goings on, I find myself shuffling about listlessly with very little to do. I suppose I should be focusing on that godforsaken fundraising event, but even that leaves a bitter taste in my mouth that only mass quantities of my preferred pork products can

Comments

[boywholives]

You certainly were tense...

[dracolicious]

Me, or my arse?

[boywholives]

Well, they're both connected, so...

[dracolicious]

I'll show YOU connecting---

[boywholives]

Tell me again why we can't have the fundraiser at Malfoy Manor?

[dracolicious]

Because you hate my father, and that would make him rather involved with your Christmas gift.

[boywholives]

Yes, well...I want Widdleton to be a success more than I hate your father.

[dracolicious]

He would be up in Widdleton's arsecrack irretrievably. . . .

[boywholives]

Let me deal with your father's attempts at encroachment.

You know it's the perfect location. And your mother agrees, for the record.

[dracolicious]

Of course she does, she agrees with nearly everything you suggest. I've even lost sway with my own mother, it's pathetic.

He would demand the largest commemorative plaque at the very start of my new walkway, you understand.

[boywholives]

He demands on a weekly basis to be heralded as supreme ruler of the universe as well, I'm sure, but fat lot of good it does him.

[dracolicious]

It worked for a while, you'll remember.

[boywholives]

No, it didn't. The Minister of Magic isn't nearly as powerful as people think he is - I don't care who is sitting in that chair.

[dracolicious]

It was the best he could do without taking You-Know-Who's place, I imagine.

[boywholives]

I bested the Minister of Magic when I was a teenager, Draco. And we know what became of Voldemort. So, again, not nearly as powerful as people think.

[dracolicious]

I'll show YOU besting---