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Date: 24th March 2002 (backdated)
Time: Late evening
Location: Muggle London
Characters Involved: Lucius Malfoy, NPC witch
Rating: PG
There were still plenty of men willing to pass him information, whether out of fear or the desire for gold. They noted the collar about his neck, but they were not foolish enough to take advantage of it. They wanted as little attention from the Ministry as possible, and even less from Lucius Malfoy.
Those on the Registry were a combination of key players and easy targets. There was still a dingy underbelly of wizards and witches, fuelling a black market of dark items, fostering a determination that they would be prosperous again. They lived under the radar of the ministry, their activities and lives operating at a level most people wouldn't care to give a second glance.
Lucius sneered as his black dragon-skin boots nudged aside the filthy waste of muggles. Foil crunched under his step, and bags made of plastic blustered past him.
He finally found it, a row of large white painted doors, which--as he understood it--protected those things muggles used to travel. One of them was sat at the far end of the row of doors, music somehow blaring out of it. Lucius regarded it with open suspicion, giving it long sideways look as he knocked on the third white door.
Lucius started as the door began to open towards him, stepping out of it's way. Inside it was a boxed room. There were no windows, and Lucius wasn't entirely certain he wanted to go in there.
He took a step forward and nodded at the woman with short black hair, "Annette," he said in greeting.
The woman stood, dropping her cigarette onto the floor. The small room stank of herbs of some sort, no doubt from the cigarettte she'd just dropped.
"Malfoy," she returned, her pronounciation of his name as drawn out as her's was clipped.
With a tight grip on his cane, he supressed a shudder as she tip-toed to kiss his cheek. To think, she'd once been so attractive, now she was ruined by whatever life it was she led. He caught a strong smell of alcohol as she drew away from him, and turned to look at her.
"I trust you can tell me what I need to know," he said plainly.
Her fingers were flexing already, seemingly ready to grab at him. With a sigh he reached into his inner pocket. This was not his first trip of the night.
Lucius drew out the package, allowing her to see it. The drug glittered through the bag.
"You can have it, when I have my information. So speak quickly...."
Once she'd told him what he needed to know, Lucius flung the clear bag down onto a cardboard box. It burst in a thin puff, and she was on top of it in an instant. Pathetic.
Lucius went home.
Time: Late evening
Location: Muggle London
Characters Involved: Lucius Malfoy, NPC witch
Rating: PG
There were still plenty of men willing to pass him information, whether out of fear or the desire for gold. They noted the collar about his neck, but they were not foolish enough to take advantage of it. They wanted as little attention from the Ministry as possible, and even less from Lucius Malfoy.
Those on the Registry were a combination of key players and easy targets. There was still a dingy underbelly of wizards and witches, fuelling a black market of dark items, fostering a determination that they would be prosperous again. They lived under the radar of the ministry, their activities and lives operating at a level most people wouldn't care to give a second glance.
Lucius sneered as his black dragon-skin boots nudged aside the filthy waste of muggles. Foil crunched under his step, and bags made of plastic blustered past him.
He finally found it, a row of large white painted doors, which--as he understood it--protected those things muggles used to travel. One of them was sat at the far end of the row of doors, music somehow blaring out of it. Lucius regarded it with open suspicion, giving it long sideways look as he knocked on the third white door.
Lucius started as the door began to open towards him, stepping out of it's way. Inside it was a boxed room. There were no windows, and Lucius wasn't entirely certain he wanted to go in there.
He took a step forward and nodded at the woman with short black hair, "Annette," he said in greeting.
The woman stood, dropping her cigarette onto the floor. The small room stank of herbs of some sort, no doubt from the cigarettte she'd just dropped.
"Malfoy," she returned, her pronounciation of his name as drawn out as her's was clipped.
With a tight grip on his cane, he supressed a shudder as she tip-toed to kiss his cheek. To think, she'd once been so attractive, now she was ruined by whatever life it was she led. He caught a strong smell of alcohol as she drew away from him, and turned to look at her.
"I trust you can tell me what I need to know," he said plainly.
Her fingers were flexing already, seemingly ready to grab at him. With a sigh he reached into his inner pocket. This was not his first trip of the night.
Lucius drew out the package, allowing her to see it. The drug glittered through the bag.
"You can have it, when I have my information. So speak quickly...."
Once she'd told him what he needed to know, Lucius flung the clear bag down onto a cardboard box. It burst in a thin puff, and she was on top of it in an instant. Pathetic.
Lucius went home.