&& @ofherage // mildly plotted starter
The Ministry of Magic was almost worse now, long after the war, than it had been before. That wasn’t to say he had liked it once. He oftentimes found the Ministry was filled with mindless elves with no real PURPOSE. Before, his wealth and his status meant something in the Ministry. It meant power, and fear. It meant with the slip of money, he could change the course of influential decisions easily ( mindless ) and swing things as he needed.
Now, as he walked through the corridors of the Ministry, he was no better than the average man passing. In fact, despite being cleared of all charges after The Battle of Hogwarts, he was almost WORSE than the average wizard. It sickened him -- truly sickened him.
He walked with his cane firmly grasped in his hand, with the same look of disdain for those that passed by him. They gave him no look -- - not a second glance. M A L F O Y was a dishonorable name. It was a traitorous name ; a weak name ; a Death Eater name. It was the name of a family who betrayed the wizarding world, and now have fallen from grace. No one paid him any mind.
Still, the question of a re-trial clung to his robes as he made his way through thick gobs of people talking and standing about. Now that a new line of people was in charge, they had a different perspective. SHOULD THE MALFOY FAMILY PAY? Did the previous Ministry officials make a grave mistake?
He faced her now, a small smirk of disbelief tugging at the corner of his mouth. “ MS. GRANGER. “ He pauses in the doorway. “ Don’t tell me -- - you are the one to determine my fate now. “