Lucius Malfoy

[tainted-perfection]

Narcissa lifted an eyebrow at his comment, “You are making assumptions now, Mr. Malfoy.” She sauntered over to the window, appreciating the view. “You have a lovely office, though I wouldn’t have expected anything else. Very… roomie.”

After giving the office an overlook, she directed her sight back at Lucius, “It went alright. More than alright, to be honest.” She cleared her throat awkwardly, hating to give Lucius Malfoy any reason to say I told you so.  But the offer was just too good to decline. “I am handing over my letter of resignation today and will start on the 16th of May.” She wanted to drag it out, make him ask for every single detail but Narcissa was too excited. She needed to share it with somebody and Amycus was unavailable.

[lucius-mafau]

“Are they wrong?” he asked, brow quirking upwards along with the corners of his mouth as he flashed her a brief smile. Somewhat of a gambler, he was prepared to bet that he was correct. “If you find this impressive, you should wait until you see what the named partners call home.”

He did not say I told you so even if he might have thought it. Instead, he acted the appropriate level of pleasantly surprised by the news. “Well congratulations. Go on, then. What have they promised you?”

[tainted-perfection]

For the first time since they met, Narcissa felt herself brighten at the sight of Lucius Malfoy. She watched the interaction between him and his secretary, wondering just how professional their relationship was – not that it was any of her business. The woman’s question caught her off guard as her thoughts had travelled far. “Ah… Coffee. Please.”

She slipped past the desk and followed Lucius into his office. Only once the door closed did she speak, “Your secretary certainly is a force to be reckoned with. And I doubt I made a very good first impression.”

[lucius-mafau]

Lucius did not bother to respond to the tea or coffee question. He knew that Kitty knew exactly how he liked his tea, and equally that if he had annoyed her, that he was unlikely to get one anyway. He would know by whether she brought him a cup or not, and by how much milk was in it, exactly how irritated his secretary was, and how hard he would have to work to make amends. 

“Yes, she is. And she is also exceptionally good at her job, but unfortunately knows it. But I would not worry about first impressions. You will have enough time to get to know one another.” He talked as though it was a sure thing that she would be working with him as he sauntered over to his desk and leaned against it, looking at her. “As you have no doubt gathered, this is my office. How was your meeting?”

[tainted-perfection]

April 13th, 2016 Malfoy, Greengrass and Associates  1:00 pm @lucius-mafau

Litigation.

Narcissa felt like yelling ‘hooray’ when she finally found the department. Of course she had been to the firm before but all meetings were held in the boardroom, she never had a need to venture farther than that. Strangely she felt like a little girl in Disney World. The building was every lawyer’s dream with it’s pristine appearance and the inner-workings like a machine. Narcissa will adapt easily here.

After a few wrong turns and a lot of directions, she finally landed up at Lucius Malfoy’s office. His secretary, not dissimilar from Narcissa in appearance looked up at her, “Can I help.”

“I am here to see Mr. Malfoy.”

“Which one?”

Narcissa was confused for a moment before remembering Abraxas Malfoy was a shareholder as well, “Lucius.”

“When is your appointment?”

“Um… I don’t have one.”

The look on the woman’s face made Narcissa want to cringe back. “Mr. Malfoy is a very busy man. Nobody is allowed without appointment, especially not every second bimbo who take a liking to him.” The disapproval on her face was clear.

Narcissa blanched at the words, indignation clear in her reply, “He told me to pop in when I am here… I am here, therefore I am popping in. He is expecting me.” 

The secretary spoke loudly, as if Narcissa was an invalid, telling her of professionality and what not. All the time she could feel eyes being directed towards her and decided that maybe it would be best just to leave a not for Lucius and only see him on Friday.

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It wasn’t often that Lucius heard his secretary, Kitty, raise her voice, and when she had in the past, it was usually because he had done something foolish to upset her carefully laid plans for him. She was exceptionally good at her job, keeping him, and his many appointment, in order, and making excuses for him whenever it was required. Her loyalty was something that he rewarded with generous bonuses, and even this early in his career, he knew that he would be unlikely to find a replacement. And if she was easy on the eye then, for once, it had not been the reason why he had kept her on for so long. 

So it was unusual for him to hear her in what sounded like a dispute outside his door, especially when he had not forewarned her of an impending visit that he wished to avoid. Hearing the commotion he poked his head out of the doorway, and sauntered through when he spotted Narcissa. 

“Is there a problem?” he enquired, brow raised at Kitty.

“This girl says she’s here to see you. I was just about to show her the way out.” If he was amused at Kitty’s protective streak, he tried desperately to not show it.

“While I am sure you only meant to be useful by starting the tour early, that won’t be necessary. Miss Black is here to see the office.” The look he received was more than enough to remind him that he had not, in fact, told Kitty that he had scheduled this appointment. And while he knew he would be lectured later, he also knew that Kitty’s professionalism would not allow her to berate him now. Instead, she turned to Narcissa, giving her a fresh once over. 

“Would you like some tea, or coffee?” 

Lucius waited for Narcissa to reply to the offer before gesturing towards his office, as good of a spot as any to begin the tour. 

“Shall we?”

[lucius-mafau]

Email | Lucissa

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Dear Mr. Malfoy

Dinner on Friday sounds good, please let me know if I should bring any documents along.

Good. I believe I have read those rules to you enough to know them off by heart.

It is just a meeting to discuss possibilities and responsibilities. It is not a ‘yes’ by a long shot. But I will stop by in any case, seeing the firm might help in making the decision. Thank you for your offer. 

Kind Regards Narcissa Black

[lucius-mafau]

Dear Narcissa

Wonderful. I will make a suitable reservation. I cannot imagine that you will need for much other than your lovely self. 

Perhaps you should consider a future career path as a professor of law. I imagine listening to your voice would do great things for class retention rates, and the students subsequent marks. 

But it is not a no either. Have you handed in your notice to your boss yet? I imagine you are required to give four weeks. It would be wasteful to delay when you have a better offer.

Regards

Lucius 

[lucius-mafau]

Email | Lucissa

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Dear Mr. Malfoy

You can imagine my excitement when I learned that we are working together. Again. I have no objections to a meeting. My evenings are clear for this week so the when is up to you.

I trust these documents are reliable?

Kind regards Narcissa Black

Ps. I am meeting with HR tomorrow morning to discuss the possibilities. That does not mean I am saying yes.

[lucius-mafau]

Dear Miss Black

Then I can only assume that your excitement mirrors my own. But I am sure that we will have sufficient time to discuss my finer qualities at dinner on Friday, and it will be far nicer to hear them from you in person.

I can assure you that the documents are entirely reliable. And, before you ask, I am aware of the consequences of passing fraudulent documents to the prosecutor’s office, and it is something that I hope to always avoid.  

It does not sound like a no, either. In fact, Meeting with HR sounds like a step in the right direction to me. You should stop by my office after, and let me give you a personal tour of the place. 

Regards

Lucius Malfoy

[lucius-mafau]

Email | Lucissa

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Dear Miss Black

As you are aware my firm is currently representing Mr Fawcett who has been charged with insider trading. 

We have reason to believe that there were some documents that were not disclosed to you by the second defendant. I suggest that we arrange a time to meet so that I might deliver them to you. Perhaps over dinner?

Regards

Lucius Malfoy

Ps. Have you thought any more about the offer?

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The question was a bit unexpected and the immediate answer died on her lips as she really mulled over the answer. She bit the inside of her lip before replying, “I believe in the concept. The idea that good will be rewarded and bad will be punished. In reality?” She let out a breath, “Perhaps it is over-estimating the ability of human nature and our society. But at times the prospect of justice is the only thing that gives me hope.” A waiter appeared with their wine and Narcissa used the time that he was pouring to shake herself out of the reverie.

“Did you attend smooth school or is it just something that runs in your family?” she joked at his vague compliment.

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Lucius wasn’t sure that he’d ever met someone that wanted to believe in the concept of justice - it was a difficult thing in the field in which he worked, and lived. Good, triumphing over evil, and bad guys being punished, and because of what? Not living by society’s ideals? Well who was to say that society was right. Lucius knew that the baser elements of society lived by their own code, and it was far more ruthless when it came to weeding out those who refused to toe the line. “That is a very... refreshing point of view. I can see why they thought to bring you on board for the pro bono department. Cynicism does not lend itself so well to aiding the needy.” 

“I can assure you that it is entirely natural,” he smiled easily, content that he was, for once, making a decent impression. He was a little surprised at how easy Narcissa was to talk to, when he was not intentionally trying to put her off her game. “If you met my father you’d likely have the answer to your question.”

[delevingned]

Ryan Gosling arrives at The Late Show with Stephen Colbert in NYC

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“My cases are quite successful when you aren’t the one opposing me.” Who knows? If things went well then they might be partners instead of rivals, and very soon. Maybe it will do to start being nice to the man. “Thank you, Lucius.” While he made it clear that he wasn’t part of the selection, he was still there, and he made the announcement special. He could have slipped the letter under her office door and not have anything to do with her.

“I am your rival. You have no need to compliment me unless you really, truly mean it.” A playful glint entered her eyes, “Besides, it always means more when you are complimented by somebody whose attractiveness matches your own.”

[lucius-mafau]

“I had noticed.” His usual self-confident smirk had reappeared, and even he wasn’t entirely sure whether he meant that he had noticed that Narcissa was succesful, or whether he always seemed to come out on top when they met in court. His expression softened when she thanked him, turning contemplative. “Do you really believe in justice?”

“Precisely.” He caught the glint in her eyes, and parried it. “I assume that means the compliments of very few must mean anything at all to you.” 

[lucius-mafau]

I know I haven’t been here for overly long, but I wanted to thank you all for being so inclusive and friendly, and involving me in your plotting. And for introducing me to tos.

It is rare to find such a talented (honestly, all of your collective writing is awe inspiring) and friendly bunch, and I feel blessed to have been a part of such a wonderful group. 

I won’t be deleting this blog and I’m here to 1 x 1, continue old threads, and absolutely continue with anything mafia au related (or expand on plots in that universe with anyone). At least until tos inevitably consumes my life and I start an rp blog for a medium character. We’ll see.

Thank you Beth for being such a dedicated, and brilliant, admin. 

[lucius-mafau]

Malfoy Townhouse | Lucissa

Friday May 6, 2016 Lucius’ Townhouse 11.00pm @purebloodperfection

Lucius did not do a great deal of entertaining in his own home. It was his space, and he did not relish the idea of sharing it with anyone else. But he had spent almost 80 hours in his office during the previous week, and the idea of spending even more time there in preparation for the firm’s mock trial competition was not something that held much appeal. And so he had suggested to Narcissa that instead of very average Chinese takeout and unflattering fluorescent lights, that they might be more comfortable in his home. 

Lucius was seated on the floor with a macbook on his lap. Tieless, shoeless, and wearing a rugby jumper for England, it was the most casual he ever looked, anywhere. Papers and various leather-bound law journals were scattered over the floor as he ran a hand through his hair, only adding to his dishevelled look.

“I never usually say this. But things look particularly bad for our client.” 

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Narcissa took the letter from him and looked it over. For a moment her curiosity almost won out but in the end she placed the letter in her handbag. She didn’t want to look too eager in front of Malfoy. “Thank you. I will read through it tonight.” She fiddled with her engagement ring, as she usually did when she was nervous, “Not to sound too much like a distressed fairy tale character, but why me?” Her studies were barely finished and she was still trying to find her feet in the industry.

Narcissa’s eyebrows lifted, not used to men knowing colours that well and almost impressed. Though, on second thought, she should have expected it from him. She was left speechless, unsure of how to take the compliment and the sincerity in his tone. A small smile lingered at the side of her lips, “Thank you,” she said softly, “that means a lot coming from you.”

[lucius-mafau]

He watched her looking at the letter. He was almost certain that she was going to open it - part of him wanted to see her read it, and gauge her reaction to the generous salary. But she put it away, and so he resigned himself to having to wait and hear through the office gossip whether she was going to join them. 

“Well, I was not really involved in the selection process, so I suppose you will have to ask the partners themselves. But I daresay it has more than a bit to do with your record in court so far. You have come a long way for someone so new to the profession, and they recognise potential, and reward ambition and drive. You seem an obvious choice to me.”

“Me?” Now it was Lucius’ turn to furrow his brow in confusion at her words. “Why should my opinion mean anything to you?”

[prestigiousrosier-blog]

May 1st, 2016 Aphrodite’s Hall

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The weight on his lap was warm and a comfort to the Rosier heir, even though the drugs swirling around his system made him entirely certain in his ability to do anything he put his mind to. Such was the nature of the high he chased and indulged in all too frequently. Yet he was never alone when he took the drug that so easily pushed his spirits over the edge, the high not seeming so appealing when he had no-one to share it with. As the girl on top of him moved, he glanced over to where Lucius was in one of the other chairs, giving him a wink before his attention got caught on another girl. He was of a simple mind when he was like this, fixated on only two things; prolonging the high and indulging in the sin of lust.

The girl who he had been favouring for most of the night was abruptly pushed from his lap, his attention switching again to the packet of white power sitting untouched on the table littered with drinks and pills and more. Besides rogue twitching of his fingers, his hands were mostly steady as he poured the white powder out, dosing himself before collapsing back in his chair, gesturing for another girl to come over to him.

[lucius-mafau]

Whilst he might have been career focused during the day, in his down time, Lucius was free to indulge in his hedonist tendencies. And there was truly no better partner to be had in that pursuit than Evan Rosier. 

A pretty blonde girl was perched on Luc’s lap (he seemed to have been unusually preoccupied with them lately) and she was chirping away about something or another - he was far more preoccupied with the cigar in his hand, and watching Evan dump his pretty young thing to indulge in another hit from their stash. 

“You know. I really don’t need you to talk.” He smiled pleasantly at the girl, something that she no doubt found disconcerting not that she would say as much to him. They never spoke back these girls, not so long as they were paid. 

His attention was caught by the girl that Evan had gestured to. “Careful, love. If you don’t keep him entertained you’ll end up on your arse like the last one. Short attention span, that one.”

[purebloodperfection]

Al she could do was blink. And blink again. Her? They wanted to recruit her? Never in a million years would she have thought a firm would want her specifically to fill a position. “I swear, Malfoy, if this is some sick joke I will personally ask our mutuals to dispose of you.” This was the opportunity she had been waiting for. Years of planning and studying and if Lucius Malfoy was playing around with her then he deserved every bit of torture Amycus and Al could think up for him.

This time she really did roll her eyes, though she was mortified to find herself blushing a bit at his compliments. “Considering that I hold the future of many people in my hands, I cannot really take the compliments to heart. Just the other day somebody compared my eyes to the rain forest… And I am pretty sure my eyes are blue, not green.”

[lucius-mafau]

He laughed and shook his head, because he hadn’t been expecting such a barbed remark. He wondered, briefly, whether Al liked him enough to dissuade Narcissa from putting a hit out on him, but he could not be sure. He might have been useful to the man, but something told him that might not be enough if Narcissa was truly mad. “No. It is not a joke. I have a letter right here.” He reached into the internal pocket of his suit jacket and produced an envelope which he held out to her. “They will want to meet with you of course, to discuss your terms. You should consider the salary there as only a starting point for your negotiations.”  

“Almost cerulean, in fact. Perhaps he had not seen a great many rain forests.” He smiled at the anecdote, as much as he smiled at her blush. “But you already have the offer that I was asked to give you, and so I can assure you that I have no ulterior motives when I say you are one of the most beautiful women that I have had the good fortune of meeting.”

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The smile Narcissa gave him was almost pitying, though she wasn’t sure whether she pitied him or the fact that his ideal would never work – for it was a very good way of seeing this. “That is very idealistic and, I will admit, that it was my main goal when I came to study law. Unfortunately you and I both know that pro bono work is not the most stable. If a firm is in trouble, that is the first department to go. Besides, I doubt there is even a firm out there that does enough work to appoint an attorney for solely pro bono cases.”

The urge to roll her eyes at his smirk was overwhelming. Of course the man would take pride in that status. But what he said next made her laugh with shock. “Me? Intriguing? What on earth could intrigue you about me? I am less interesting than this candle.” She hoped he would believe that. The last thing Narcissa needed was for her main opposition to go around scratching in her past.

[lucius-mafau]

“Well there is not such a position - yet. You may not be aware Narcissa, but my firm do rather a lot of pro bono. We each have a quota of hours for the year that we must devote to it, in fact. The partners have realised just how rewarding the work can be, and how refreshing for their lawyers, and are seeking to expand in that area. But they cannot until they find someone suitably qualified - and more importantly, motivated - to manage the project. They have asked me to gauge your interest in the role.”

“Are you fishing for compliments, Miss Black?” He tilted his head to the side, smiling mischievously. “I would have thought a woman so intelligent, and beautiful, would not find herself in a dearth of compliments very often.”

[purebloodperfection]

Narcissa’s brows furrowed, she had actually meant it as a joke. But now the he brought it up…”Yes, of course.” That was just the sort of thing worked up representatives needed. The fact that Lucius even considered making her part of something like this caused her to soften just a bit. Perhaps he wasn’t as bad when he wasn’t destroying her evidence.

She gave a humourless chuckle, “That will be impossible if I were to remain in law. No matter where I go, my personal life will be involved. At least this way I can claim conflict of interest and take something else.” What people didn’t realize was that Al and Amycus were the least of her worries. The Death Eaters were practically a family business, with her father and cousin at the top of the empire. She grew up with the people who she tried to put away now. Working under the State’s Attorney was the only way of keeping herself safe. “But what about you? One of the top most eligible bachelors yet you are spending the night talking to somebody who you cannot stand?”

[lucius-mafau]

“Well then, I suppose I shall see what I can do to make it a reality.” 

“Not entirely impossible, I shouldn’t think. You could move to a firm with a decent pro bono division, and do work for those most in need, or charities and not-for-profits. Then you would be doing work to directly contribute to the betterment of society.” The firm at which he worked naturally did the largest amount of pro bono work of any legal firm in London. And that was partly his reason for bringing Narcissa to lunch - they wanted to recruit her.

He arched a brow at her, smirking slightly as the idea of being one of the most eligible bachelors. But he was surprised to hear that she thought he could not stand her. She might have frustrated him in a professional sense, but she was undeniably beautiful, and there was just something about her that intrigued him. “I never said I could not stand you. In fact, quite the opposite is true. You intrigue me.”   

[purebloodperfection]

“Perhaps we should have an attorney-rugby day. Then all the men can fight it out and the women can sit back and enjoy the show.” Usually Narcissa hated adhering to the stereotypes which had been granted to women. But she had to admit that a couple of the young lawyers were not too bad on the eye and it would be nice to see some of the people outside of court where they are meant to be enemies.

Narcissa’s back stiffened at the mention of Al and Amycus. They were somewhat of a sensitive topic. The woman had done her best to separate her work from her personal life for the plain reason that she didn’t want the people she loved most to get hurt. “They do not pretend to want justice and then go the opposite route - that is why. It is our job to put away those who are guilty so their victims can rest easily at night. But what is the purpose of law if a person will only bend it in a way to fit their own goals?” Suddenly she wished the wine had been there already - Malfoy would look good with it thrown on his face. “Do not -ever-  use them to get to me. That is playing dirty, even for you.”

[lucius-mafau]

“Perhaps we should. It would have to be for a cause, no doubt. I imagine we could get a number of volunteers if the proceeds went to aid victims of crime.” It was just the sort of spectacle that his firm would appreciate attaching themselves to. Something that showed they were human, with interests beyond the law. And if they could show their willingness to work with the prosecutors through sports, then all the better for their public image. He would have to remember to mention it in the next lawyers’ meeting. “Would you be willing to help organise it?”

Lucius frowned, not really having intended to irritate her; a misstep that he seemed able to avoid when it was anyone other than Narcissa. “You misunderstand me. I have no intention of using them for anything. I merely wished to point out the seeming contradiction. Would you not prefer to work somewhere that allowed you to do as you pleased, and did not conflict with your personal life?”