Raising Hell.

"Wealth is the ability to fully experience life." ~Henry David Thoreau

[ofdiedricks]

“Why would you ever do such a thing? I guarantee it’s much more amusing to just stand aside and watch..”

[aristocraticmalfoy]

Lucius smirked, nodding at the other boy. “You’re right about that.The end results of unsuccessful jinxes are quite amusing.”

[thehalfbloodsnake-blog]

“Ah yes. Run along like the perfect little Prefect you are, Malfoy.”

[aristocraticmalfoy]

“No need to be cruel, Severus.” Lucius raised a brow, “We’re usually pretty civil with each other.”

[thehalfbloodsnake-blog]

“I think even the other first years could have told you that.”

[aristocraticmalfoy]

“Prefect duties call, Severus.”

[mei-renaudin-blog]

“Always a good idea. What happened? And why the hell were first years trying to duel?”

[aristocraticmalfoy]

“Just prefect duties. Two Ravenclaws were trying to show each other how many different spells they knew, and a few of the witnesses ended up being collateral damage. Myself included.”

[aristocraticmalfoy]

“Note to self, next time I think about breaking apart two dueling first years, don’t.”

[tgd-dailyprophet-blog]

ANNUAL MINISTRY FUNDRAISING GALA - THE RUNDOWN

As most of you readers know, the biggest event of the year is surely the Annual Ministry Fundraiser. It’s held every year and is only attended by the biggest names in the country. Our source tells us that the venue was packed with politicians, socialites, and athletes alike. Only the best of the best are permitted to receive an invitation. Lucky for you, my dear readers, I was given an invitation to be a part of the gala’s press. This meant that I was able to rub elbows with the most important people here in society and boy, do I have a lot to report.

The first person I ran into that night was none other than Abraxas Malfoy. Mr. Malfoy was attending the ball with his wife and son. For those of you who don’t know (though I can’t possibly see how you wouldn’t, unless you live in a cave) Mr. Malfoy is one of the Ministry’s more generous benefactors. The Malfoy family has donated countless amounts of gold to some of the most important wizarding institutions in the country. Given Mr. Malfoy’s hand in wizarding politics, it was only natural that I ask him about the current unease running through everybody.

ME: Mr. Malfoy, what is your opinion regarding the attacks that have been going on? Do you believe that they’re connected, or would you say that they’re random occurrences with no link?

MR. MALFOY: These attacks appear worrisome, definitely. Personally, I try to avoid this sort of news. It does appear to be connected, – perhaps a small group of disturbed wizards. Though, I’m sure the Ministry has it completely under their control. Azkaban’s there for a reason.“

We here at the Daily Prophet certainly hope that you’re correct, Mr. Malfoy. 

Now, I know that many of you don’t care much for politics so I promise I won’t bore you any longer. Following my conversations with the Malfoys, I was lucky enough to run into Vernillius Vanity, England’s very own Quidditch legend. And when I say that I ran into him, I mean it. I nearly spilled my drink all over the front of his dress robes. He was gracious about it thankfully and even allowed me to ask him one question. 

ME: Mr. Vanity: according to the rumors, it looks like the English National team will not be making it anywhere near the World Cup. Do you have anything to say about your old team and their terrible standings this season?

MR. VANITY: Well now that I’m gone, I suppose that this was bound to happen. But I’ll always be back if they need a hand. 

Do you hear that England? The Vernillius Vanity said that he would be willing to come back. Do your entire country a favor and accept the offer.

For more information regarding the Annual Fundraising Gala, turn to page 8 where I will be discussing the Minister’s choice of attire

. - FIONA FLETWOCK

[mostdelicatedaffodil-blog]

Narcissa smiled in amusement as Lucius stumbled a bit over the bucket of soapy water. He had a point… why did they leave that in here? She made a face, “Filch was probably too lazy to do it. You know how Squibs are.” She ran a hand through her hair, watching Lucius step away from the bucket of water. She glanced down to the ground, to make sure that there was not any other obstacles hiding, waiting to be tripped on. When she was sure the coast was clear, she stepped over to Lucius and reached for his hand. It was hard to see his face but it was more clear now that she was closer. She laced her fingers through his and looked up to meet his eyes. Oh, she could think of something to pass the time. She just couldn’t say it out loud. She blushed, “I don’t think I have any ideas…” She inched just a little closer so their bodies were almost touching, “Do you?”

[aristocraticmalfoy]

Lucius shrugged half-halfheartedly, glancing back at the bucket of water. “Don’t the house elves do it instead? Aren’t they supposed to, at least?” The corners of his lips turned downward, and his forehead creased slightly in thought. “Turns out house elves really are ahead of Squibs in worth,” he chuckled, eyeing Narcissa. Despite what Gryffindors may think, Lucius had common sense; he knew what Narcissa was hinting at. He was a bit surprised-- Narcissa should still be unhappy with him, right? At least enough to avoid any type of romantic interaction. It could be a test, he supposed, though he was more than willing to fall for it. “I think you do have ideas, Narcissa,” Lucius smirked. “The same ones as me.”

[itsalectoxcarrow-blog]

As Alecto awaited his response, a small smirk appeared upon her lips as she could calculate what his next action would be. She wouldn’t deny her disappointment in Lucius, she had expected the younger Black to not be one of his weaker spots but instead it had turned out to be exactly what she had said. She began to run a hand through her dark brown hair as she let her fingers trail through a loose curl before she kept eye contact with Lucius before he pulled her into their kiss. Her eyes briefly shut for a moment as her lips began to meet his, lasting for seconds before they finally entangled themselves from each other.

[aristocraticmalfoy]

He blinked, a slight feeling of dread settling in the pit of his stomach. Without even having to think about it, Lucius knew he had made the wrong decision. It’s not like Narcissa had been going around kissing other men-- not that you knew of, at least. Alecto had tempted him; she used a weak spot to make him give in. I could just come clean to Narcissa myself. Explain it, maybe. It wouldn’t excuse his actions, of course, but it’d be much better if he went to her himself. Stepping back, he eyed Alecto and shook his head. “I need to go.”

[aristocraticmalfoy]

how do you think amycus will react when he finds out you're fucking with alecto?

“Last I checked, I wasn’t shagging Alecto.”

[itsalectoxcarrow-blog]

Alecto raised an eyebrow at Lucius as she awaited his reply, her thoughts ticking as the time passed by as he went through various situations that could have happened with the innuendo’s of her words. Although most would have thought that they were careless thoughts, they had been carefully calculated to see his reaction. And her thoughts had been correct. She had made Lucius become rather weak. And that was unacceptable. Tapping a foot impatiently as she awaited his answer, Alecto’s wicked smirk began to grow as she replied, “What a pity Malfoy. Not even long engaged and the little Black’s made you become weak. Who’d have thought?”

[aristocraticmalfoy]

Weakness. That was something Lucius Malfoy didn’t take lightly. His father threatened him with it-- he practically groomed him to avoid it. He understood what she was saying, of course, and he feared that it might be true. Narcissa was... a weak spot, so to speak, and he didn’t want that used against him. He clenched his jaw, steeling his expression, and leaned closer to Alecto. They kept eye contact for a few moments before Lucius placed his hand behind her neck and pulled her into him, lips meeting hers. 

[itsalectoxcarrow-blog]

Alecto wouldn’t deny the pleasure and amusement that was caused by seeing the conflict within Lucius’s mind as he went through possible situations to try and deflect from her comment. Leaning closer towards Lucius, Alecto’s smirk deepened as a coy smile appeared upon her lips as she raised an eyebrow at this comment as she decided to reply, “Think harder Lucius. A pretty Malfoy like you must have brains in there, after all.” Of course she could have easily diffused this situation with a couple of words, but Alecto was interested to see in which way he would decide to take it.

[aristocraticmalfoy]

There were a few outcomes to this situation, and neither of them seemed very good. He doubted Narcissa would take him making a move on another girl well, despite them not being in an official relationship yet. Still, Alecto seemed to be pushing him toward it, and he wasn’t entirely sure why. There had been a bit of light banter in their conversation, but Lucius didn’t expect anything to come from it. None of it was supposed to be serious-- and yet Alecto was standing in front of him, almost mockingly, waiting for him to act-- waiting for him to do something. “I figured you’d be one to take what you want, Alecto. Don’t let me stand in your way.”

[genevievebeaufay-blog]

Raising an eyebrow at his mentioning of Dumbledore, a small sneer appeared upon Genevieve’s features before she replied, “Beauxbatons is much more the superior school.”

[aristocraticmalfoy]

“I can’t disagree there.” Lucius shook his head, “I think my father would’ve preferred to send me to Durmstrang, though. More... along the lines of what he wants me to learn.” He shrugged, “I think I’ll be sending my children there instead. Hogwarts just isn’t what it used to be.”

[aristocraticmalfoy]

when are you going to fuck alecto

“Where... did you hear this again?”

[lestrange---rabastan-blog]

Rabastan listened with a sort of awe as he spoke. Lucius Malfoy was giving him life advice, and even perhaps sharing a bit of himself, his own concerns, with Rabastan. His cheeks felt a little warm at the thought. “Yes,” he agreed. “But happiness is such an arbitrary thing. I always thought maybe I’d be happier if my parents paid the same attention to me as they do Rodolphus. Hell, if he even paid attention to me, the git. But I know he thinks that I have more freedom than he does… Considering he’s already arranged to be married, I guess he isn’t wrong.” 

[aristocraticmalfoy]

“You know what, Lestrange?” Lucius paused, taking a moment to gather his thoughts. Perhaps he was being too open with the boy-- he’d blame Narcissa for that lovely new trait-- but he didn’t seem like the type to use that to his advantage. Compared to his brother, Rabastan didn’t have nearly as many connections; he had no upper hand. Besides, it seemed like he could use a bit of advice. “I think being ignored in our world, especially with what’s going on now, may be almost... preferred, if you will.” He stopped walking suddenly, turning to face Rabastan. “You don’t have to be your brother. Make something of yourself. “ Lucius chuckled and slapped him lightly on his shoulder. “Use some of that Slytherin ambition and excel at what you’re good at. I’m sure there are plenty of things you can do that your brother can’t.”

[genevievebeaufay-blog]

“I can’t say I have.. Merlin at least Beauxbatons people have some sort of decency!”

[aristocraticmalfoy]

Lucius chuckled, “At least now you see why I’m not too keen on Hogwarts. Dumbledore really has destroyed this school.”

[mostdelicatedaffodil-blog]

Narcissa smiled in amusement as Lucius stumbled a bit over the bucket of soapy water. He had a point… why did they leave that in here? She made a face, “Filch was probably too lazy to do it. You know how Squibs are.” She ran a hand through her hair, watching Lucius step away from the bucket of water. She glanced down to the ground, to make sure that there was not any other obstacles hiding, waiting to be tripped on. When she was sure the coast was clear, she stepped over to Lucius and reached for his hand. It was hard to see his face but it was more clear now that she was closer. She laced her fingers through his and looked up to meet his eyes. Oh, she could think of something to pass the time. She just couldn’t say it out loud. She blushed, “I don’t think I have any ideas…” She inched just a little closer so their bodies were almost touching, “Do you?”

[aristocraticmalfoy]

“I think I’d prefer a house elf cleaning after me instead of a Squib,” he quipped, “At least they have magic.” They spent a few moments shifting around, attempting to the find the most comfortable position in such a small space. Lucius scoffed-- he had nightstands larger than this broom closet. Why couldn’t Peeves lock them in the Astronomy tower by themselves? Even an abandoned classroom would be better than this. Narcissa was closer to him now-- lacing her fingers with his own. He smiled softly, a bit taken aback by her words. She wasn’t one to be so forward... at least not in public. Broom closets seemed to bring out another side of her. “By our current position, Narcissa,” Lucius smirked, “I’d say you have a few ideas in mind.”

[mei-renaudin-blog]

To be fair to James Potter, he had actually seemed to be doing quite well in his post so far (Dumbledore had certainly approved of him), but hell if she was going to say that. She opted for a half-lie, saying, “Yes, I’ve heard he’s quite a troublemaker? Part of a group that pulls lots of pranks, if I’ve heard correctly.” The Marauders, word on the street-er, school-said.

“The curse of the-really?” asked Mei, intrigued. “That’s quite the dramatic title. So every year, something happens? Was there a cause for this to happen, like an actual curse?” Mei got the hint when Lucius mentioned the familiarity (or lack of) her surname. “Oh,” she said, “it’s unlikely that you’ve heard of us. We are purebloods, but the Renaudin name is not a very popular one.”

[aristocraticmalfoy]

“Him and a few other Gryffindors, yes. Dumbledore lets them get away with any prank, though. Even if it ends up harming other students.” Lucius rolled his eyes; he didn’t care if the girl knew his feelings on the Marauders. After all, he was rather open about his dislike for the group. If someone didn’t know his thoughts on them by now, they would soon enough. 

“An actual curse? Not that I know of, no, but they are sacked every year. Whether they’re unfit for the position or... leave the country, we have a new one at the beginning of each term.” When his father attended Hogwarts, he’d told Lucius that only one of his DADA teachers stayed for longer than a year. He supposed an actual curse could’ve been cast on the position, but the likelihood of knowing for sure was rather slim. “Ah, I see,” he nodded, “Has your family always been in France, or were they from somewhere else?”