[ the british ministry of magic has always made petia feel like a foreigner despite her dual citizenship and her family ties here. it is one of the many reasons why she chose to work outside of its walls. she doesn't belong in this government, only a passerby in its midst. ever since her arrival back in london a little over a year ago, she has kept herself hidden from the magical community, focusing most of her attention on her careers and spending time primarily with her father and elektra.
however, with the introduction of the time deviants registration department, petia feels it is due time for her to formally announce her official return to the british wizarding society after her year-long mourning period over fedorov's death. she plans to make a public post once she has resettled into her country estate.
since last month, she has been away on another curse-breaker assignment in france. she would like nothing more than to be within the comfort of her own home. unfortunately, she has to stop by the ministry first and it is why she is here now, late into the evening with several baggage floating behind her.
she has just finished her business and she plans to visit one particular person before she apparates to her estate. it is a long overdue social call and, with the news of his recent promotion to head of central department, she feels a congratulation is in order. besides, it's along the way.
heels clicking on the marble floor, petia wears a pair of black stilettos along with her attire of a black shirt beneath a brown leather jacket and tight navy blue jeans. her long brown hair has been released from its usual ponytail. coming to an abrupt stop at the entrance to the office of one lucius malfoy, she gives two sound rapt on the frame of the open doorway before she leans against it with an amused smile and folded arms. ]
Why, Lucius, [ her tone is a cool, enticing drawl, a signature to her near irredeemable namesake as a vile temptress. ] you look perfectly at home here.
The Ministry
however, with the introduction of the time deviants registration department, petia feels it is due time for her to formally announce her official return to the british wizarding society after her year-long mourning period over fedorov's death. she plans to make a public post once she has resettled into her country estate.
since last month, she has been away on another curse-breaker assignment in france. she would like nothing more than to be within the comfort of her own home. unfortunately, she has to stop by the ministry first and it is why she is here now, late into the evening with several baggage floating behind her.
she has just finished her business and she plans to visit one particular person before she apparates to her estate. it is a long overdue social call and, with the news of his recent promotion to head of central department, she feels a congratulation is in order. besides, it's along the way.
heels clicking on the marble floor, petia wears a pair of black stilettos along with her attire of a black shirt beneath a brown leather jacket and tight navy blue jeans. her long brown hair has been released from its usual ponytail. coming to an abrupt stop at the entrance to the office of one lucius malfoy, she gives two sound rapt on the frame of the open doorway before she leans against it with an amused smile and folded arms. ]
Why, Lucius, [ her tone is a cool, enticing drawl, a signature to her near irredeemable namesake as a vile temptress. ] you look perfectly at home here.