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She knew she was missing something - and it wasn’t the notebook Allan had brought from home. Proudfoot had said something about inspections. Something about inspections being done on the intern office. On the five interns in the Law Enforcement Department. The five interns including her. Amelia Bones - the dead girl with the younger brother among all the classified files. It was safe to say that if she wasn’t dead by the end of the day, she’d most likely shoot herself (muggle-style; an Unforgivable would be too easy) out of shame. Keep it cool, Bones, she coached, folding a piece of stray brow hair behind her ear.

I am, sir. Better to admit the fault rather than cover it up. That wouldn’t do her any good - well, her entire situation wasn’t doing the petite intern anything, but she’d have to work with it. Amelia turned to face the source of the keen, slick (if a bit slimy) voice: none other than Mr. Lucius Malfoy. He was…handsome, yet prejudiced. Not to mention he reeked of injustice. This is my brother, sir. Allan Bones. Think up something quick, Amelia - use that brain. You’re not going anywhere in the business if you don’t learn how to improvise. He’s with me today. Usually our p-she stumbled over the first syllable of the word. It’ll take a little longer to finally get over the shock of their dead bodies, strewn neatly on the parlor floor-parents would take care of him, but…as you might know, they passed in the beginning of the summer.

Merlin, Amelia breathed, biting her lip and avoiding Lucius’ eyes. My brother is usually with one of our friend’s parents, but they cancelled on us on short notice.

Passing over the hurdle, Amelia released a small breath. Would it be all right, sir, if he were to stay at my desk or in the kitchen until I could find someone to look after him?

allan-bones

When Allan heard the older mans voice, he knew it was something good. Well…this wasn’t going to be fun or go well for anyone right now. Allan shifted slightly behind Amelia, trying to hide himself, make himself smaller and less than a target than before. Of course today was going to be the day there was an inspection. It seemed like those kind of things happened to Allan now. He was going to get his sister in trouble with someone who looked rather scary actually.

When Amelia started to say that he was usually with their parents, he looked down rather sad, biting his lip. He was trying to pay the part but at the same time, he really wasn’t. Amelia knew he hated hearing that, or he thought she did but right now wasn’t really the time to play around with that. It didn’t matter, the only thing that mattered was Amelia not getting in trouble with this guy.

perfectlylucius

Nodding his head in response to the intern, Lucius again felt bored. He swished his quill on a pad of parchment as Amelia Bones finished jabbering and sighed. She was certainly a competent speaker. In such a circumstance, the petite witch held up well and maintained confidence. She may go far. As for the timid, awkward boy, her brother, there was little to say. Look... I don't believe underage siblings necessarily have a place here at the Ministry. This is important work you're interning in, yes? He glanced at the younger Bones, raising an eyebrow. Wondering how their parents died; Lucius tried to silently recall an article he read, but to no avail. Anyway, a young man like this shouldn't require constant supervision from his elders. Your brother looks old enough to stay at home on his own. Or is it that he desires to intern here too? Now see Miss Bones, I believe we may have a place for a strapping young assistant.

He pondered. A personal servant for the day memos to various offices would be useful. But Lucius hated the thought of the boy eavesdropping on hushed conversations or, slipping notes and letters from cloaks or perhaps even wearing those substandard Ministry robes. He has permission to stay with you today; however, Miss Bones you should stay overtime this evening. You are to collect paperwork from the other interns and compile a report of the day's proceedings as well as complete a performance evaluation of each of your fellow interns. This includes a self evaluation. Your brother may as well assist. Lucius' lips curled to a smirk. I think that should be it... Shall I summon your elder brother too? A lovely little Bones family reunion should be marvellous...

#chat #Amelia Bones #Allan Bones #Sorry that it's late!

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Sacred Twenty-Eight Pureblood Families of Britain

Abbott. Avery. Black. Bulstrode. Burke. Carrow. Crouch. Fawley. Flint. Gaunt. Greengrass. Lestrange. Longbottom. Macmillan. Malfoy. Nott. Ollivander. Parkinson. Prewett. Rosier. Rowle. Selwyn. Shacklebolt. Shafiq. Slughorn. Travers. Weasley. Yaxley (X)

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ministrybones

Amelia slides into the phone booth, squeezing past her younger brother with ease (she’d always been tiny compared to Allan and Edgar) and typing in the code to send them down the chute and into the Ministry. He’ll need to enter in his wand into the database, she thinks, shrugging off her muggle jacket and folding it neatly on her forearm. Once we’re finished with that, it’ll hopefully be easy to get down before anyone’s in the office. The aurors she worked for worked late nights; it was excusable for them to come into work late. But it wasn’t so for her - Amelia would never allow herself to be late for anything.

The phonebooth dings open, and she takes her brother’s hand again, this time with a softer grip. She leads him over to the entrance office, sees the wand sticking out of his backpocket, and plucks it out of its hiding space to place it on the witch’s desk. Once the wand has been cleared (and Amelia’s stuck the visitor’s badge onto Allan’s shirt) she grabs his hand again and leads him over to the elevators. They slide into a rather packed group of people, and in a rare display of public affection Amelia wraps her arms around Allan’s shoulders to make sure the sliding door won’t catch him off guard. When the door glides open to reveal the second floor, a horde of disgruntled ministry officers push them out of the elevator and onto the floor. Amelia takes his as their chance to half-run, half-walk to the office - she’s practically dragging Allan everywhere without talking to him. It’s of the utmost importance that she gets to the office before the clock turns to eight o’clock.

They reach the office just as the clock changes face, and Amelia exhales a heavy sigh of relief. Over here, Amelia says, releasing her grip and pointing to the back of the room, where there’s another room for changing. She’s got to shrug off her muggle clothing - and it comes to her that he does too. Pulling out her wand from her bag, Amelia conjures up some robes for Allan and gives them to him. They’re not ministry regulated - simply plain black. Put those on, please? Giving him a curt nod, she disappears into the other room momentarily. When she returns, Amelia leads him over to her side of the room: a small space she shares with three other interns. Pulling out a chair, she gestures for Allan to sit. Keep your head down and don’t say anything, okay? I’ll try to get some books for you. She tries to make him more comfortable by pushing a small smile to her lips; unfortunately, she’s never been very good at pretending.

allan-bones

Squished, that’s what he felt like right now. The phone booth was tiny, he wasn’t sure how so many wizards and witches managed to fit into one of these things on a daily basis but then again, they were magical, they probably figured out a way to make it bigger so it was more comfortable As Amelia changed, Allan looked away. It was rude and uncomfortable to watch her change her clothes. Besides, they were brother and sister. That was just a part of them you didn’t watch. He knew that Amelia would turn away too so why not give her the privacy?

With a softer grip, Allan is more at easy than before. Even with just holding his hand it made him feel more comfortable as they navigated their way around the Ministry. He did everything he was suppose to, sticking close to Amelia. He really didn’t want to get lost in a place like this. If he did, he knew he’d end up getting in trouble for something and Allan didn’t fancy getting in trouble right — he was going to be in enough later today anyway. Not only did the soft grip on his hand helped ease his nervous and anxiety but the arm around his shoulder helped even more. It was a gesture he hadn’t received in a long time from anyone and it made him feel safe and protected right now, a feeling he’d lost a long time ago.

Once they were in the office, Allan tried to hide behind his sister but then again, how would that work? Allan was slightly taller than her. When she was given the robes, Allan said nothing but nodded, changing quickly when Amelia left the room. It just happened that Amelia came back as soon as he finished putting everything together his robes. They felt large and not fitted him, making him feel uncomfortable. You won’t know I’m here… Allan muttered as he was led once again towards another room. It was true though, they never knew he was there. Allan had been quiet before but now? He was even quieter.

perfectlylucius

Lucius did not like the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. These days it seemed to have become a bastion for petty Aurors looking for violence. He was of the belief they had overinflated senses of self worth and were a nuisance to society. No rag-tag team of hooligans and drifters should have such powers over the nobility in society. On behalf of Ministry committees Lucius would often take it into his hands to inspect certain areas of the departments. He loathed the times when the Auror office was in need for survey. Luckily for Lucius, today he was inspecting the intern office.

It was five minutes to eight when the door swung wide and Lucius strode in. Shadowing behind him was his black cloak flourishing with arrogance. He held a cool, somewhat bored expression and began his duties at the far end of the room. He eyed numerous jittering interns and returned their nervous looks with a foreboding smirk. Taking his time to pace to the other end of the room helped extrapolate the collective fear of these young workers. Lucius ensured that they needed to be frightened. Internships were not given lightly by the Ministry. He had the power to report and subsequently dismiss any of them. He took his time coldly dashing down notes with his peacock feathered quill. This was boring. Rolling his eyes, he walked away as the intern currently under examination was in mid-sentence. Sycophantic dribble usually appealed to the formidable blond wizard. Not today.

Five minutes passed and the office door yet again swung open. Two brown haired people dashed through the room, maintaining a degree of subtlety, but nevertheless drawing Lucius' eye. Abandoning the dribble of another intern he was half-listening to he turned to strut back down the room to see what these two were up to. Following them with his eye they changed in a cupboard and then emerged. One, a female, adorned in Ministry-issued robes and the other, male, in standard black. Approaching them now, Lucius cleared his throat. Good morning. His honeyed voice purred with delicacy. Were you two aware of my inspection this morning? Brandishing from his robes a piece of parchment he noticed the name Amelia Bones. Bones, is it? He knew of the family. She must be the sister of that lout Edgar. You're late.

#Amelia Bones #Allen Bones #Ministry #I hope this makes sense??#I should probably put readmore or something but eh

luminouswitch

Marauder’s Era Dreamcast ♠

↳ Boyd Holbrook as Lucius Malfoy

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#fiancée #draco #future #malfoys

stuarttownsend-deactivated20200

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My only true love, darling. I live for furs. I worship furs! After all, is there a woman in all this wretched world who doesn't?

Cruella De Vil - "101 Dalmations"

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jamespotterandhisego-blog

I wouldn’t give you the satisfaction, Malfoy - what gets you off is yours, and maybe whatever snooty bird you can get your hands on’s problem, not mine. And if it’s masochism you want, well, I’m sure there’s places in Knockturn that’d be more than happy to service those kinds of needs.

perfectlylucius

Don't mistake me for some second-rate masochistic thug, Potter - I'm not that Lupin fellow. But just hear this word of advice... You'll never go far in this world, none of your kind will with the way you all are behaving. There is a right and a wrong in this world so make your pick before it's too late. He turns to leave, sweeping his silky cloak with a flourish. Oh and if you see Dearborn at that rotten old school, tell him I miss him. Lucius blows a kiss in the air before grinning widely and narrows his glistening eyes, following with a flick of his hair. Striding headstrong down the alley away from James he cackles to himself. Give your best to Evans from me!

#chat #James Potter #mwa

jamespotterandhisego-blog

Y’know, if we weren’t in a public place, and adults, you’d be feeling the point of my wand against your throat right now, simply for saying Evans’ name, let alone insulting my friends and her with your arsehole ways - but since we are, I’ll simply say this; diversity’s a good thing when isolation of bloods breeds shits like you.

Is that a threat, Malfoy? Big man, threatening teenagers. Doing your family name so very proud.

perfectlylucius

Oh go on and attack me. Please do. It would make my week.

My family name is proud enough, Potter. At least, unlike mudblood Evans, I have a respectable wizarding family to support me. Blood diversity is animal, primal even. Besides, I for one am glad the Potter family have chosen to be blood traitors. It'll mean the name is completely wiped out before long.

#James Potter #chat

jamespotterandhisego-blog

At the sound of the snake’s voice, James’ lips curled upwards into his usual, patent-pending, Potter smirk, eyeing Malfoy as he straightened to his full height. Damn, Malfoy- guess it’s hard to realise that money can’t buy you everything in the world, hmm? Is that a pout I detect?

The derogatory slur bristles down James’ spine, offering him a hot flash of anger to replace the (relatively) easygoing trepidation that has thus far permeated the conversation. He clears his throat, dropping his free hand to his pocket (just in case), and gives a shrug. Didn’t your mum ever teach you, it was rude to call a lady names Malfoy? Big man, using that word whilst Evans isn’t around.

'Sides, I must've done something right, if Dumbledore wanted me in there - and not you, 'ey?

perfectlylucius

Lucius shrugs at mention of his family's wealth before casually flicking his hair back with his hand and rolling his eyes. She's a mudblood before she's a lady. Let's no mistake ourselves here Potter, their kind are all the same. Dumbledore only wants you there because he needs someone he can control. No wonder he chose the biggest fool Gryffindor has ever seen to be his Head Boy. Oh, my mistake, you're not as low as that boy Pettigrew. He smirks smugly and, staring directly into James' eyes, bats his eyelashes mockingly. I'm rather surprised that dull boy Lupin wasn't put in your place. I suppose Dumbledore can't have a half blood and mudblood at such top priority now can he?

Speaking of the new Head mudblood, I doubt she'll last a second once she graduates. Enjoy her whilst you can.

#chat #James Potter

jamespotterandhisego-blog

Lads. Lasses. I regret to inform you all, that Dumbledore has indeed completely and utterly lost his marbles.

He turns the shiny piece of tin over again in his hand, slight (and only slight, mind you) disbelief still coursing through his system as he practiced aloud the speech to break the news to his fellow yearmates (and to Evans too, of course). Merlin, what was Moony going to think? Wouldn’t he’ve been the more logical choice?

Hell, James wasn’t even sure you could elect a non-prefect to this absolutely gittish position.

perfectlylucius

Proof that school really has gone to the dogs. Dumbledore's favouritism could not get any more outrageous. What an utter fool of a man.

He gave James a scan from head to toe with a flick of his eyes before shaking his head. And for that mudblood Evans too? Filthy. At least she has the decency to hold a clear record and Slughorn seems to like her. You and your scaly mates on the other hand, are something absolutely different. There really couldn't be anyone less deserving to be Head Boy than you. After blood traitor Black that is.

#chat #James Potter