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Characters: Draco Malfoy and Jewllian Mayfair
Date/Time: Friday, early afternoon
Location: Mayfair Manor
Rating: PG

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It would take a few moments before any movement could be heard within the house. Had Giada been there, it would have taken a matter of moments. She was gone, however. Jewllian had sent her from the small house hours ago, annoyed by her constant tries at conversation that day. Until Draco’s knock on the door, the house had been blissfully silent, giving Jewllian ample time and the ability to concentrate on the paperwork the elder Mr. Mayfair had bestowed upon him.

The heavy wooden door was pulled open, the hinges creaking just a little. Jewlllian had made a mental note to fix that dozens of times, but never found the interest. There was always something more important, or more entertaining.

If he hadn’t been expecting Lucius’ son, he would have suspected the man of taking a reverse aging potion. It caused him to pause, blinking at the boy on his stoop. The moment passed quickly, however, and he opened the door widely, inviting him in.

“Draco Malfoy, I presume.”

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Draco nodded, "Yes." It was a simple statement, though he wasn't sure how much it meant anymore.

He entered the house, the papers held close to him. "Thank you for seeing me, Mr Mayfair."

THough the gratitude was a formality. After all, he was paying dearly for this consultation. Still, the bloody device had to go. And the fact he'd gotten it because of curfew just might be enough to get him off it quickly. Well, perhaps he was being overly optimistic.

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A small noise of acknowledgement was given at his thanks. He waited until the boy was inside before shutting the door behind him. “This way,” he murmured, stepping around Draco to lead him to the office at their left. That door, too, was held open and closed behind him. If Giada came home, he didn’t want to know.

Tea had already been laid out at the edge of his desk on a small tray. His cup had already been poured and set near his chair. He would say that he’d done it for Draco, to be a polite host, but it would be a lie. It was merely last a last moment thing that he had remembered to grab a second cup. If it was for his guest, he’d have likely brewed something other than oolong.

“Tell me,” Jewllian started, taking a seat in his chair behind the desk, “Why was it you were put on the registry?” The papers he’d been working on for Lucius were shuffled off into organized piles to the side so he’d have a clean workspace for the ones Draco held.

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Draco followed his host to the office quietly. Once there, he stood as Jewllian took a seat. He set the papers on the desk.

"I was placed on the Registry due to suspicion of Death Eater activity and my father's Death Eater status."

He poured himself a tea and sat down in the chair opposite. He had to trust in Mayfair's abilities. Others had gotten off the Registry. Certainly, he could turn his little insanity regarding Potter over a year ago to his benefit. Yes?