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[vincere_aut_mor]

Date: 28th March 2002
Time: Midday
Location: Ministry of Magic, and wherever they eat.
Characters: Lucius Malfoy and Millicent
Rating:  No more than PG I should imagine.

Lucius couldn't help sneering as the was asked to hand over his wand. The Ministry had already taken the ability to defend himself from him, what more did they want? Of course, it

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[mrs_morsus]

Millicent looked up from her desk at the front of the Office of House-Elf Relocation in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures - Being Division where she was currently serving at the Minister’s pleasure serving as Auror liason as part of her Auror training rotation through the Ministry Departments. It was one of her least favourite assignments to date, as House-Elves were some of her least favourite creatures. She was tired of those who came in to request the beasts speaking about them as if they were cute puppies. They were miniature trolls in need of constant supervision as far as she could tell

[vincere_aut_mor]

He wasn't terribly surprised to be directed to the House-Elf Relocation office. It was a wonder the Ministry kept any staff, considering the mundane hell they put them through before allowing them to take the position they'd been hired for

[mrs_morsus]

Millicent could have laughed out loud at the mere mention of “patience” and “Malfoy” in the same sentence. Lucius Malfoy had many fine points; the idea that patience was one of them was ludicrous. Her opinion of Draco was not at all as elevated as her opinion of Lucius. Draco had yet to show Millicent that there was any reason to expect that the boy who should have grown into the very flower of Pure Blood manhood had become anything but a weak coward of considerable wealth and no redeeming attributes. Perhaps Daphne would uncover something of value there. Literally.

Lucius, however, did not disappoint. The man was intelligent, cunning and filled with enough guile to make her weak at the knees. And she was about to have him for lunch.

“Too many visitors?” Sycophants, hangers on and those willing to do anything to curry favour with the Malfoys, she imagined. “An embarrassment of riches, no doubt.” Just like every other area of the spoiled heir’s existence. “It will take a great deal of reassurance for Narcissa to be

[vincere_aut_mor]

Lucius inclined his head in agrement. Narcissa had agreed that it would be unwise for her to face Greyback. With Severus and Ginny Weasley taking care of Draco's medical needs, it was hardly surprising that Narcissa would attend to all other practical matters of his day to day care attentitively.

He arched an eyebrow as she offered to hex him. A fine sight that would make. He suspected he would find himself off to Azkaban before she had even fully raised her wand.

"A demonstration will not be necessary," he said with an easy smile.

He laughed at the comment on needing a wand at the ready, "in the curious case of the house-elves staging a coup on the building of course," he said in gentle mockery of her current position.

Lucius had no intentions of allowing the dry offerings of the Leaky Cauldron to offend his tongue, and the Ministry Cafeteria was given no consideration. If they had time to reach the Leaky Cauldron, it was only but a brisk walk to Exedere, a small restaurant located at the point Knockturn Alley curved towards