Sweet Charity (Lucius/Closed)

[aitana garcia]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) 352 ( TAGGED ) LUCIUS MALFOY ( STATUS ) COMPLETE Aitana was nervous. Extremely nervous. She had woken up that morning in her Hogwart’s dormitory and had slipped into a skirt and blazer combination that her dormmates had all assured was really quite respectable. She had strapped her best soft leather wand holster to her arm; it had cost her more money than she really had but a friend had lent her the galleon needed to buy it. She had been thankful then and she was grateful now, as the holster fit under her soft white shirt and crisp sea-blue blazer perfectly. Finally, she had slid her feet into matching shoes with a tiny heel, borrowed from another dormmate – Emma Vane. Confident that she looked good, she had walked over to the headmaster’s study where he had allowed her to take the Floo, a pre-organised arrangement, to the Ministry of Magic. Now what was a Brazilian seventh year Hogwarts student doing at the Ministry of Magic on a not so fine June morning? Ana wished that she knew the specifics because all she had received was an owl at breakfast about a week ago signed from a ‘Percy Weasley’ and asking her to present herself at the Ministry Atrium today at nine o’clock. Well, she had done so. Her wand had been weighed and she had been told by the wizard at the security desk that whoever had wanted her here today would be along shortly to escort her to… some kind of conference room? To the Department of International Magical Cooperation on Level Five, whatever that meant. Ana sat on the stone bench that surrounded the fountain of Magical Brethren, as it was called, and waited impatiently for whoever it was to show up. She still didn’t know exactly what she was doing here and she really wanted to understand it. Then she caught a glimpse of someone coming through the crowds… looking like they were heading directly towards her. But all she could make out through the throng of people was that whoever it was had really blonde hair. Ana sighed in exasperation and sat back against the bench, waiting. hope this is okay!

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[LUCIUS MALFOY]

Lucius Armand Malfoy

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As always, Lucius Malfoy's schedule was pretty thick. He hardly had time to have a full conversation with his wife -yet he somehow had all the time in the world to make sure he looked perfectly elegant- before heading to the Ministry of Magic. It wouldn't have been that early for him to leave the manor before 7, but the Hogwarts' Gorvenors held a conference weeks ago, and had decided that it was one of those time of the year when they would choose a student from Hogwarts who was having financial problem to help that student with money. The Malfoy was proud to say most of that charity fund was his own galleons. The only thing he disliked was that the Gorvernors asked him to escort the student to the Conference Room on the planned day.

Sure the Malfoys had been giving out money to various kind of charity programmes. However, they weren't as kind-hearted as people would think. They only gave there money out like that because it would help them build up their social status and reputation. Since they hardly cared about anyone other than themselves, they only involved themselves into a matter when their own benefits were considered; therefore, Lucius found no interest in escorting a girl, according to the information he was given, to that room. He could try and persuade the other Gorvenors to choose someone else for the task, though he believed refusing that kind of work too much would affect the way they judge him. Besides, a little sacrifice to reach his highest goal wouldn't hurt.

So here he was in the Atrium, after paying the Wizengamot office a visit. The place had become quite crowded by this time but it wasn't too hard to spot the student when she arrived. She seemed too young to be there, quite nervous and -no doubt- had never been to the Ministry building before. She seemed less 'poor' than how he expected her to be. At least she managed to find herself some worth wearing outfit, unlike the ones who came the years before her. Still, it didn't raise much interest he had for her as he just wanted to get this over with. Didn't want to waste anytime, Lucius made his way toward the black haired girl sitting on the bench.

"You must be miss Aitana Garcia." Putting on a smile, he said upon reaching her.

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