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Date: 23rd September 2001
Time: 5pm
Location: Malfoy Manor
Characters Involved: Lucius Malfoy, Draco Malfoy and Rabastan Lestrange
Rating: We'll go for G.
"Their single tactic seems to be a fat goalkeeper," Lucius sighed as the local Quidditch team conceded yet another goal. "But as much as he blocks the goals, he can scarcely move, let alone guard with any speed."
Before he'd even finished speaking, the opposite team had scored again. He looked over at Draco, shaking his head. They really were dismal. The radio commentator seemed to be of a similar opinion, his angry voice making the device crackle. Lucius pointed his wand at it and switched it off. There was no point listening any further.
"So what do you have in mind for the Slytherin team this season?" Lucius asked, shifting the Prophet from his lap and onto the coffee table.
Tibby entered at that moment, bowing deeply. He announced Mr Nicholas Edwards. Lucius stood up and headed towards the front door, not stopping to slip on shoes. He was certain that Rabastan was too old a friend to be offended by be-socked feet.
Rabastan had been shown into the entrance hall, in the disguise of his former lawyer of course. He smiled as he approached, "Good Evening."
It had been a quiet day, Lucius felt a little sluggish for sitting around most of it. At least in the morning he'd been able to work through the week's accounts.
Time: 5pm
Location: Malfoy Manor
Characters Involved: Lucius Malfoy, Draco Malfoy and Rabastan Lestrange
Rating: We'll go for G.
"Their single tactic seems to be a fat goalkeeper," Lucius sighed as the local Quidditch team conceded yet another goal. "But as much as he blocks the goals, he can scarcely move, let alone guard with any speed."
Before he'd even finished speaking, the opposite team had scored again. He looked over at Draco, shaking his head. They really were dismal. The radio commentator seemed to be of a similar opinion, his angry voice making the device crackle. Lucius pointed his wand at it and switched it off. There was no point listening any further.
"So what do you have in mind for the Slytherin team this season?" Lucius asked, shifting the Prophet from his lap and onto the coffee table.
Tibby entered at that moment, bowing deeply. He announced Mr Nicholas Edwards. Lucius stood up and headed towards the front door, not stopping to slip on shoes. He was certain that Rabastan was too old a friend to be offended by be-socked feet.
Rabastan had been shown into the entrance hall, in the disguise of his former lawyer of course. He smiled as he approached, "Good Evening."
It had been a quiet day, Lucius felt a little sluggish for sitting around most of it. At least in the morning he'd been able to work through the week's accounts.