Evan & Open Malfoy Manor, January 8 1984, 6:00 pm
Evan spluttered on his wine when his name got said, forcing himself to clear his throat as an attempt at making it seem like a more natural action. The look thrown in Lucius’ direction could have killed but there was no avoiding the conversations now that it had been brought up.
“Excuse me,” He murmured and lowered the glass, needing a moment to collect himself. “Yes, an absolute pleasure to be up for consideration as Minister of Magic. Truly riveting considering the career path I’m already on.” The whole thing was a joke and the only thing that had him playing along was acknowledging that the less attention left on his family, the better.















