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setting : the first feast of yule, ayca mallister finds herself in the middle of a situation with lucius rivers. its his fault, she's certain. ;; starter for @lucius-rivers

long wooden tables once filled with roasted meats and spiced pies were not emptied of their contents as the feasters had their fill of the meal placed before them. house bracken had certainly outdone itself with their night of hosting. revelers clad in velvet gowns and furs now took to the dance floor, the musicians playing a lively jig, and the crowd suddenly growing bigger. ayca, who stood to the side of the room in observation of the dancing, realized she was slowly being moved backwards towards the wall - or what she believed was the wall.

she could not say if a dancer bumped her, the bastard bumped her, or perhaps simultaneously the two of them backed into the table containing a beautifully decorative seven-pointed star, but as she turns around to see what has happened, she watches wide eye as it falls, corners of the star breaking off as it collides with the floor. hand moves to her mouth to cover her gaping jaw and the look of shock now over her features.

the loud music and merriment occurring in the room distract from the chaos happening just behind her. amber hues quickly dart to look at the tall man standing near her, and eyebrows furrow in anger at what has just happened. she wondered for a moment if it was on purpose.

"did you not see me standing here?" she questioned, tone very much accusatory.

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Who: Rita & Lucius @malfxylucius

Where: Lunch restaurant, Diagon Alley

Time: Present rp time

Rita Skeeter glided through the streets near the Ministry of Magic. Her eyes, sharp as a hawk's, scanned the lunchtime crowd in search of her former Slytherin schoolmate, Lucius Malfoy. Rita had often featured Lucius in her tantalizing gossip articles, painting him as a key figure among Death Eaters.

Her latest claim suggested that Hogwarts was being infiltrated by these characters, and she knew Lucius held the keys to the truth.

As she turned a corner, Rita spotted Lucius sitting at an outdoor table of a popular lunch spot, seemingly enjoying a brief respite from his duties at the Ministry. Perfect, she thought, as she adjusted her notepad and quill, ready to extract any morsel of gossip he might reveal. Rita took a moment to prepare herself, her notepad and quill at the ready, determined to capture every savoury detail of the conversation.

Approaching the table with the grace of a panther, Rita slid into the chair across from Lucius, her eyes dancing with mischief. "Lucius, darling, fancy meeting you here," she purred. "A man of your stature deserves a respite from the Ministry's relentless demands."

She leaned in slightly, her gaze never leaving his. "Now, about these whispers of Death Eaters worming their way into Hogwarts… I know it's a sensitive subject, but my readers are simply ravenous for any shred of truth. And who better to turn to than someone as influential and well-informed as yourself?"

Her words were deliberately chosen, as if each syllable were a silken thread designed to ensnare Lucius in her web. "My readers are dying to know if there's any truth to the rumours of Death Eater infiltration. Surely, you wouldn't want to leave them in the dark, would you, darling?"

She knew that if anyone held the key to confirming or debunking these rumours, it was Lucius Malfoy. And Rita Skeeter would stop at nothing to ensure that her readers feasted on the most delectable gossip the wizarding world had to offer.

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Andromeda hated when she was being clumsy, she hated that she felt everyone was looking at her and that she was making a fool of herself. She hated most that she passed that bloody quality to her daughter, and that it all seem to be a funny coincidence from the universe.

Just like this new encounter was.

She had just taken a drink on her hand and as she turned she bumped into someone, spilling the drink all over herself.

“Bloody hell,” she mumbled cleaning herself with a cocktail napkin, “I’m sorry, I hope I didn’t tarnish your robe.” she offered to the wizard before looking up, almost wanting to curse her luck to find her sister’s husband there.

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While he loved his day job, he had to hide the satisfaction he got after each successful go. If the higher ups knew that he liked, or rather loved, what he did, they wouldn’t let him do it anymore.

When it came to executions, Walden didn’t have a preferred method. In his personal work he had opinions about how things should be done, but at the Ministry the crowd was all that really mattered. The fact that people watched as he took someone’s life and condoned it - he still couldn’t believe they paid him to do what he did. Walden would’ve felt guilty each time he received his pay check, but he wasn’t capable of feeling guilt.

As he strode down the glossy black stone that lined the Ministry’s halls, Walden ran into a pale, familiar face.

“Lucius,” he smiled, slowing down to a stop to catch up for a moment. “I didn’t expect to see you on the tenth floor.” He extended his hand to Lucius, a missed drop of blood spatter decorating the cuff of his white dress shirt. Walden did his best to clean any stray spatter that found its way onto his clothes, but occasionally he missed a drop or two.

“What international affair brought you all the way up here?”

@softboi-malfoy

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Closed starter for @l-cius Location: Lucius Malfoy’s office, level two at the Ministry of Magic headquarters Date: May eighth

When Lucius and Rodolphus wanted to discuss something, whether it was Death Eater business or personal business, their favoured location was Lucius’ office. In the contrary to Rodolphus Lucius spent most of his time at work in that particular office. It meant that everyone in the department knew to find him there. It also meant that everyone in the department knew it was wise not to disturb when Lucius was there with a guest - more often than not, Rodolphus. While they had never quite been friends until Lucius joined the Death Eater, they fell into a rhythm of witty remarks and too honest observations quite easily ever since they were first paired off together for a Death Eater mission. They kept each other grounded and were one of the few people they could be brutally honest with. It seemed to Rodolphus that even they needed a friend, someone to talk to, and found that person in each other. The moment that Rodolphus knocked on the door of Lucius’ office and was told to come in, Rodolphus slipped past the door quietly and closed it behind him afterwards. He cast a non-verbal spell at the door to prevent eavesdropping, like he always did, before speaking. “Everyone is still recovering from all the gossip surrounding Beltane, so whatever you’re planning, this is the best time to do it.” Between the two of them there were so many secrets kept that he had honestly lost count. “Society at large now thinks you’re not over Violet. But society at large also suspects I’m having an affair with Violet because I talked to her once.“ Society at large was weird was what he was saying. Witch Weekly always had the most absurd interpretations of interactions between people and they were long used to that. Sitting down in front of Lucius, he decided to get right to it. “Did you come to me about the dark artefacts because I’m an Unspeakable or because I’m your closest friend?“ Or both?

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He honestly wasn’t going to do anything. Last time he’d gotten into a row with someone because of something he hadn’t been witness to, he’d nearly died. That too had been a rash decision. But this one was unavoidable to Remus. Lucius had come into his home, had threatened the peace of a place that was supposed to be a safe space for him, had destroyed his things and threatened Sirius. He could tolerate a lot, but he was a Gryffindor too, and while perhaps the least hotheaded of the Marauders, this had hit home. Literally. He could just walk straight past Lucius, but he didn’t. His words were sharp.

“Don’t you have some house to be trashing, Malfoy?”