Characters: Percy Weasley, Lucius Malfoy Location: King's Cross Station Date: 15 October 1999 | Evening Status: Private Summary: Percy meets Lucius to tell him about his latest prediction Completion: Incomplete
When Lucius reached King's Cross, the station clock was just striking seven. Looking around, he spotted the Weasley waiting for him. Lucius was still slightly uncomfortable being in the Muggle world, even moreso when he allowed himself to notice the strange looks he was getting from some people. Despite wanting to hex them - whether for being Muggles or for staring at him like someone who'd just sprouted an extra head, he didn't really care - Lucius ignored them and made his way over to the Weasley.
"Ah, you're here already," he said. "Good. Shall we?" Lucius gestured to the street outside of the station, thinking it would be better to find somewhere out of the way where they could talk properly.
Not that he had expected it, but the idea that Malfoy hadn't found something at least passably muggle in appearance to wear was a little disconcerting.
Percy fell into direct step with Lucius, feeling more than a little conspicious himself. Around his own neighborhood the heavy cloak and slightly over-long dress shirt were nothing strange, but here, under the inquiring eyes of seemingly all of muggle-dom, the two were getting their share of odd looks and double-takes.
"I told you in our last meeting that I'd acquired a new deck," Percy began, just loud enough to be heard. "I was able to do another reading and the result was...potentially dangerous." Despite having taken his potion before leaving, the sudden press of evening commuters was making Percy's heart flutter nervously. Or maybe it was the weight of his knowledge, the words,--his words--miring his courage. "I believe I may have actually prophesied something, but is it at all possible we could find somewhere not so exposed in which to talk
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"Potentially... dangerous?" Lucius repeated quietly, catching the eye of a Muggle woman who was giving him a particularly strange look. He arched an eyebrow at her. There was a time when I would set fire to filth like you, he thought. The woman blinked several times, looked down at her feet and walked off. Lucius turned his attention back to the Weasley and did not see her looking back every so often as she hurried away
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Percy glanced at the couple Lucius indicated and nodded, albeit reluctantly. Although understandably stalwart in the wizarding world, a single block of muggle London may as well be another universe entirely, and Percy did not relish being there when he snapped and hexed some poor soul.
Not that Percy would ever say any of that. Not even an 'are you sure?' left his lips as they continued to walk.
Lucius's steps never faltered, a sign that he was either that desperate to hear what Percy had to say, or wanted to get the whole ordeal over with as quickly as possible. The closer they got to the pub, the more the air hummed with music and excited chatter.
At least they weren't the strangest dressed one on the block anymore. A second couple hailed the one that he and Lucius were followed just outside of the pub doors, the female half of which was wearing a shiny, artificial fabric dress that gleamed like water under the glow of the street lamps and she had what looked to be bright neon tubing coming out of her hair
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"Ah, you're here already," he said. "Good. Shall we?" Lucius gestured to the street outside of the station, thinking it would be better to find somewhere out of the way where they could talk properly.
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Percy fell into direct step with Lucius, feeling more than a little conspicious himself. Around his own neighborhood the heavy cloak and slightly over-long dress shirt were nothing strange, but here, under the inquiring eyes of seemingly all of muggle-dom, the two were getting their share of odd looks and double-takes.
"I told you in our last meeting that I'd acquired a new deck," Percy began, just loud enough to be heard. "I was able to do another reading and the result was...potentially dangerous." Despite having taken his potion before leaving, the sudden press of evening commuters was making Percy's heart flutter nervously. Or maybe it was the weight of his knowledge, the words,--his words--miring his courage. "I believe I may have actually prophesied something, but is it at all possible we could find somewhere not so exposed in which to talk ( ... )
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Not that Percy would ever say any of that. Not even an 'are you sure?' left his lips as they continued to walk.
Lucius's steps never faltered, a sign that he was either that desperate to hear what Percy had to say, or wanted to get the whole ordeal over with as quickly as possible. The closer they got to the pub, the more the air hummed with music and excited chatter.
At least they weren't the strangest dressed one on the block anymore. A second couple hailed the one that he and Lucius were followed just outside of the pub doors, the female half of which was wearing a shiny, artificial fabric dress that gleamed like water under the glow of the street lamps and she had what looked to be bright neon tubing coming out of her hair ( ... )
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