Friday, Nov 28th, evening
Who: Draco and Blue
What: A death in the family and a return to form.
Where: Hog's Head in Hogsmeade
When: Friday Nov. 28th, evening, after This
The man in the blue cloak sat sipping a pint at an out of the way table. He had his back to the wall but was watching no one in particular, just minding his own business, just a man out for the evening enjoying a pint. The chair across from creaked ominously and scraped against the floor.
"Was wondering when you'd get here. Timeliness is next to godliness."
The air shimmered as Draco pulled back his invisibility cloak. "Cleanliness. Cleanliness is next to godliness."
Blue shrugged. "Well. You are clean aren't you. Question is, are you ready to get your hands dirty?" He pulled a newspaper out from inside his robe and tossed it to Draco. "Tomorrow's Prophet, a mock-up anyway."
Draco unfolded the paper and took a long look at the headline LUCIUS MALFORY DECLARED DEAD. "Is he really dead?" Draco said without much emotion.
"So many bodies left behind after the attack on Azkaban. Some were very mangled, one of them truly could have been your father I suppose... I mean if he were alive someone would have found him by now."
"How much does it cost to have a coroner decide some mangled corpse is my father?"
"Surprisingly little. Seems everyone has an interest in seeing your father buried, prematurely or otherwise."
Draco nodded. "So I'm rich again."
"Yes, congratulations. According to the will that'll be read over tomorrow, you're set to inherit everything... well, with a fund set aside to keep your mother in the lifestyle to which she has become accustomed."
Draco kept nodding, smirk slowly spreading across his face. "So... what do you want from me?"
It was Blue's turn to smile. "Well..." He looked at Draco. "You have some experience with secret societies and the like, yes?"
Draco sighed. "Well... Something like that yes. I'd really like not being posessed or engaged to my half sister or drugged with a love potion or some other similar thing."
"Oh Gods no, nothing like that. We're certainly more civil than the Death Eaters were. We want you for you, not as a vessel for something else."
Draco leaned back in the chair, tapping the table with his finger tips. He looked thoughtful and sighed again. "Well, I'm in."
Blue looked a bit astonished. "What? That's it? I don't have to twist your arm, try and sell you on this?"
Draco smirked. "Well. It's not like I have much else to do with my life. No friends. No future. Might as well toss it all away on some crap secret society. I'm idle rich again, have to have some eccentric hobby to toss my money away on.
"Have you considered politics?" Blue pulled out a neatly folded green cloak and slid it across the table to Draco.
He scoffed. "Politics? I couldn't get elected shit shoveler." He picked up the cloak. "Green?"
"Consider it your badge of office. And a bit of a codename. We generally just refer to each other by color." He sighed. "Green's not a problem is it?"
"No, favourite colour."
"Good." He finished his pint. "It's a very nice color. Someone should wear it. Now... Get back to the castle. I'll be in touch."
"That's it? I'll be in touch. At least You-Know-Who kept me busy."
"I've got important business coming up back in America... and then I fancy a trip to Greece. And you'll be missed eventually. And you'll be busy soon enough."
"Right, well... Gimme something to do all right. I'm losing respect." He pulled the cloak back over him and disapeared, the creak of the chair and floorboards the only sign of his departure.
What: A death in the family and a return to form.
Where: Hog's Head in Hogsmeade
When: Friday Nov. 28th, evening, after This
The man in the blue cloak sat sipping a pint at an out of the way table. He had his back to the wall but was watching no one in particular, just minding his own business, just a man out for the evening enjoying a pint. The chair across from creaked ominously and scraped against the floor.
"Was wondering when you'd get here. Timeliness is next to godliness."
The air shimmered as Draco pulled back his invisibility cloak. "Cleanliness. Cleanliness is next to godliness."
Blue shrugged. "Well. You are clean aren't you. Question is, are you ready to get your hands dirty?" He pulled a newspaper out from inside his robe and tossed it to Draco. "Tomorrow's Prophet, a mock-up anyway."
Draco unfolded the paper and took a long look at the headline LUCIUS MALFORY DECLARED DEAD. "Is he really dead?" Draco said without much emotion.
"So many bodies left behind after the attack on Azkaban. Some were very mangled, one of them truly could have been your father I suppose... I mean if he were alive someone would have found him by now."
"How much does it cost to have a coroner decide some mangled corpse is my father?"
"Surprisingly little. Seems everyone has an interest in seeing your father buried, prematurely or otherwise."
Draco nodded. "So I'm rich again."
"Yes, congratulations. According to the will that'll be read over tomorrow, you're set to inherit everything... well, with a fund set aside to keep your mother in the lifestyle to which she has become accustomed."
Draco kept nodding, smirk slowly spreading across his face. "So... what do you want from me?"
It was Blue's turn to smile. "Well..." He looked at Draco. "You have some experience with secret societies and the like, yes?"
Draco sighed. "Well... Something like that yes. I'd really like not being posessed or engaged to my half sister or drugged with a love potion or some other similar thing."
"Oh Gods no, nothing like that. We're certainly more civil than the Death Eaters were. We want you for you, not as a vessel for something else."
Draco leaned back in the chair, tapping the table with his finger tips. He looked thoughtful and sighed again. "Well, I'm in."
Blue looked a bit astonished. "What? That's it? I don't have to twist your arm, try and sell you on this?"
Draco smirked. "Well. It's not like I have much else to do with my life. No friends. No future. Might as well toss it all away on some crap secret society. I'm idle rich again, have to have some eccentric hobby to toss my money away on.
"Have you considered politics?" Blue pulled out a neatly folded green cloak and slid it across the table to Draco.
He scoffed. "Politics? I couldn't get elected shit shoveler." He picked up the cloak. "Green?"
"Consider it your badge of office. And a bit of a codename. We generally just refer to each other by color." He sighed. "Green's not a problem is it?"
"No, favourite colour."
"Good." He finished his pint. "It's a very nice color. Someone should wear it. Now... Get back to the castle. I'll be in touch."
"That's it? I'll be in touch. At least You-Know-Who kept me busy."
"I've got important business coming up back in America... and then I fancy a trip to Greece. And you'll be missed eventually. And you'll be busy soon enough."
"Right, well... Gimme something to do all right. I'm losing respect." He pulled the cloak back over him and disapeared, the creak of the chair and floorboards the only sign of his departure.