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[malificence]

The Ministry

It's not the most unreasonable appointment, Lucius thinks as he eyes his new desk for a moment. He's smart, he's organized, Central had still been under control of one of the few department heads who weren't unswervingly loyal to the cause. That doesn't mean he doesn't know this is a kind of punishment for the, ah, lackadaisical performance since he'd joined the Ministry proper. The department of paper trails, he thinks, before he flops into the chair and leans his elbow on the desk. Still, he'll make the best of it. He's already gotten the assistants running to bring him reports of the current interdepartmental communication practices. He's already got the mid-level bureaucrats simpering to get in his good books.

They don't yet know that he doesn't really have any good books to get into, he thinks as he crosses one ankle over his opposite knee, his black robes spilling down the back of the chair. His finger taps a rhythm as he looks at anyone who comes into his office with raised brows.

"And you're here for...?"

It's not like Central is the DMLE, or the DMAC. It's not even Mysteries. There's an extremely limited number of reasons to be in the office of the chief bureaucrat.

Malfoy Manor

Central isn't the only vaguely unpleasant pill he's swallowed today; Lucius knows an order when he hears one, even over M.I.A.V.I., even in the mild and politic tones of the MFM. And so when he leaves the Ministry for the day - several hours later than normal, and after a pleasant interlude with Chande - Lucius doesn't take the floo to Lestrange Manor, as has been his wont for some time. No, it's home he goes, to Malfoy Manor. He doesn't let the irritation show on his face until he's there and settled in in the main sitting room. Alone, for the moment, though he's well aware that it's not likely to long be the case. He's there as a glorified babysitter, after all, and whoever enters the manor next will get a level look - whether it's Scorpius, Albus, or a friend or colleague.

"So I should tell the elves there's more for dinner, then."

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[malificence]

"I've been occupied, unfortunately," Lucius says. He's too much a Malfoy to not realize that both boys are putting on expressions to conceal their real thoughts; Scorpius is better at it than Potter, who looks a little bit like he's contemplating bodily harm for a moment before his expression smooths.

It's enough to bring an ironic smile to his smile as he lifts his brandy to his lips and takes a sip. "I've been working with the Ministry on setting up Braelyne," he says. "It's kept me away, unfortunately. I didn't see you at today's potluck."

[engorgimpressed]

"Oh, my apologies, we didn't realize you were expecting us there." Scorpius has never had the "pleasure" of having to make appearances to public events. In his time, when it comes to public opinion, the Malfoys are tolerated at best. Certainly not on the must-invite list. It didn't even occur to him. And more importantly, neither of them wanted to go, not when it was sure to be swarming with Ministry officials. Meaning, Death Eaters. "I hope it went well."

Perfectly nice and pleasant conversation. It can happen. It can totally happen.

[secondpotter]

Albus bites back the comment that they can go where they bloody well please, it's not as though they need a baby-sitter. In truth, he may have grumbled that last bit out beneath his breath. He exchanged a glance with Scorpius that was a cross between "There goes our evening" and "Yes, I know, pleasant."

"We're still figuring out our place here," Albus says. "Back home, we're not much for keeping up with the Joneses."

He feels incredibly awkward around Lucius. He's seen the infamous Malfoy composure before but he's never felt compelled to adopt it himself. Albus is slightly in awe of the way Scorpius can so easily slip into the act.

[malificence]

"Oh, I had no such expectation." Some people might call his smile rather sweet; some people are idiots. "Your time's your own, of course. Both of you," he adds, to include Albus in the conversation. He rises to his feet and pushes his hair off his forehead as he sets his half-finished drink on the side table.

"It wasn't exactly a boring dinner party with the Parkinsons," he says, glancing back over his shoulder. "I only thought you might go because many of the other Displaced were. Who knows, Albus might have some relatives that have popped up and haven't been able to get in touch with anyone." And then he could live with them, he thinks.

[engorgimpressed]

Albus, please, the tiniest amount of subtlety would be greatly appreciated right now...

"You're right, it'd be very nice to know if anyone we know has shown up. If the Ministry throws another such event, we'll be sure to go." Scorpius replies amicably, following after Lucius at a sedate pace. "What were you considering for dinner, if you don't mind my asking?"

Food is a perfectly neutral topic. Nothing dangerous there.

[secondpotter]

Albus sincerely hoped none of his immediate family had suddenly found themselves in this mad time, but he couldn't be certain. There didn't seem to be a real reason why any of them had shown up. He and Scorpius had found little that gave them much in the way of an explanation.

He wisely keeps his mouth shut for the moment, letting Scorpius change the topic. He made a mental note to look through his MIAVI later in the evening. Perhaps Lucius knew something Albus didn't, and that thought concerned him.

[malificence]

The Lucius Malfoy Scorpius actually knows would know to point out that a Weasley-Potter is never going to be a bastion of subtlety. This one only knows that he's hit a nerve with the suggestion that there might be family wandering around out there. He doesn't, of course, know for sure. He can check the registry, but they're all well aware that there are plenty of people avoiding that.

"I believe Sunny," Sunny being the kitchen house elf who works enough magic with pastries to attract a variety of Ministry officials to brunch, "has made rack of lamb with gorgonzola sauce tonight and roasted vegetables." And a chocolate trifle, because she knows well who she's dealing with. "No doubt more than enough for all of us."