The Lift (Lucius/James)

[James Potter]

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[LUCIUS MALFOY]

Lucius Armand Malfoy

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7AM, waking up in the morning, got to be perfect, got to go down stair, got to have breakfast, got to read Prophet, kissin’ wife goodbye, the time is goin’, put robe on and on, he is rushin’ fast, got to get the floo, there came the Ministry…

And so, that Friday was just a normal day for Mr.Malfoy, who was now elegantly walking in the Atrium of the Ministry of Magic. Lucius stopped at the security desk for the usual wand check. Taking the time to observe his surrounding, he ran his hand gently over his hair to make sure they were in place. The lobby was as shiny and magnificent as usual. The statues in the middle of the fountain were looking as ridiculously stupid as always. Nothing really seemed out of place. It was a good sign, because he needed Fudge to be in a good mood today.

It had been a while since the last time he got a great excuse to banish Dumbledore. This time he was sure it would work. He had to thank Narcissa for keeping her eyes on Draco’s letters. Their son told them Hogwarts was being attacked by a mysterious creature, ah, more like the mudbloods being attacked. What a perfect opportunity. If Dumbledore couldn’t solve this problem - Of course he wouldn’t be able to solve the problem. This wasn’t something simple like an argument or some paper work after all. It was a living creature, being controlled by some unknown beast, which various students began to relate to the ‘Chamber of Secret legend’.

To think Dumbledore was still in his possition, Lucius figured he should be a responsible member of society, and visited the Minister to share his thoughts on this as a worried father. He had long been hoping there would be a good enough reason to kick Dumbledore out of school. Finally his wish was granted. Who knew the shooting star rumor actually worked?

Anyway, the wand weighing was done. He made his way toward the row of lifts without really caring for his surroundings. Now the Minister, next stop: the Board of Governor. He would need to make sure all his fellow Governors agree on this. To expel the Hogwarts’ headmaster, he needed all twelve signatures, including his own. Looked like he had lots of persuasion to do. What a brilliant plan. Brilliant! Mr.Malfoy felt the urge to laugh out loud at his own scheme. Too bad he was in a public area, and had to hold it down to keep a cold face.

He entered the least crowded lift so as not to have any individual accidentally invade his personal space. With his head held high, his eyes ignored whoever was coming into the lift after him and just looked at the numbers. Just as he about to use his cane to push the button of level one, the other person reached pass him to choose his own destination. It was then Lucius Malfoy realized who his companion was that day.

Smirking while using his walking stick to click on the number, he half-turned his face to the other man. “Isn’t it too early to throw a tantrum, Mr.Potter?!” He asked in his usual drawling voice, stepping backward a bit from where he was. Both his hands placed on top of the snake-cane as he propped it on the lift’s floor.

James Potter, one of his least favorite Gryffindor. He could remember all the fighting they had back when he was still a teenager. After so many years, he had almost forgotten the younger man’s existence. That was until Draco attended Hogwarts and began telling him about the son of James. It was annoying to know Harry Potter was better than his son. Actually Draco’s grade was better, but those brats in Hogwarts always adore the Gryffindors. Ah, and who could forget the incident at Flourish and Botts when he and Arthur Weasley had a fight. It was embarrassing. Thus, it was obvious why the last person he expected to see with him in the lift was James Potter.

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Talking
Thinking
Other people's talking (or the character didn't say it out loud)
C O M M E N T: I'm so excited xDD
T A G G E D: James Potter
S T A T U S: Done

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[James Potter]

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[LUCIUS MALFOY]

Lucius Armand Malfoy

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Only half-looking at the younger (and shorter) man, the corner of Lucius’ mouth twitched to form another dangerous smirk. The sight of fear, even for just a second, on the former Gryffindor’s face satisfied him. He glanced down as if he was looking at a little bug at his feet, or something not worth paying attention to. The kind of look he always gave those blasted Griffindors. Seriously, it seemed if you were a Gryffindor, it meant you automatically gained so many worships. He didn’t see anything great in those so called ‘lions’. James Potter was a show off bastard. Actually Lucius wasn’t one to talk about showing off. But Potter was arrogant and he was not. No, he was showing people his perfection. It was different.

Anyway, back to the main idea. James Potter was arrogant, so was Sirius Black - his lap dog. Remus Lupin was probably the least annoying, though Lupin was poor when he last seen the werewolf so no, he was just as bad. And there was Peter, his favorite spell practice dummy. He didn’t know if the sorting hat ever made a wrong choice before, but Peter Pettingrew was definitely one. Alright, enough thinking about them.

Mr. Malfoy’s eye slightly twitched when he heard the word ‘Lucy’ was spoken. He never liked it when someone beside Narcissa called him by that nickname. Even Severus never called him by it. Yet, this man standing by him here dared to. “Such nerve.” He thought, fingers itching on the handle of his cane in hope of hexing the nuisance. Usually he couldn’t win a fight against James because of all the interferences. His little group, random people, teachers, even Dumbledore himself, always got in his way. He was sure if they were to fight one on one, he would win. Too bad, this time too, they were in the Ministry. Lucius needed to control himself from going overboard and start a fight. He looked at the numbers shining in front of them. Hoping by doing that, the lift would go faster. He wasn’t afraid of James, but he didn’t want to be stuck with the Potter either.

“What I am doing here is none of your concern. The question is,” He spoke, smoothing his hair again with one hand, chin held up in a superior manner. There was something in James’ way of talking that made him think ‘peacocks’ was not what he meant to say. Still, he ignored. “what are you doing here? Isn’t it Quidditch season?” He asked, then smirked again. “Ah, I forgot. Appleby Arrows was eliminated from the League.” With a fake apologizing voice, he implied his mocking into the words. “My bad.” He turned his face to look at his old schoolmate with an evil smile.


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Talking
Thinking
Other people's talking (or the character didn't say it out loud)
C O M M E N T: haha, just re-read Daily Prophet issue 3 xDDD
T A G G E D: James Potter
S T A T U S: Done

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[James Potter]

[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding:0; margin: 0; background-image:url(http://i1029.photobucket.com/albums/y353/shockwavesyndrome/thisiswar.png);background-repeat:repeat-y;width: 450px;height:600px;] Now a younger James probably would not have taken that sort of thing lying down, but- Oh who the hell was he trying to kid!? He was livid!! And so he took a very, veeery deep breath, forced himself to be calm, and tilted his head back to smile up at the older man sweetly, "At least my team won some of their games, which is a hell of a lot more than I can say for your son, and his team. Amazing how even with top of the line brooms, and all, Slytherin never beats Gryffindor! Must be bad time management... Surely it couldn't be due to any incompetence, or failing on the part of the players?" James said innocently. Yeah, that was low, very, very, veeery low. But he really couldn't help rubbing in the fact that all Lucius money couldn't help make Draco play better... Personally James had always been tickled pink to think that no other team in Hogwarts had ever won a game so long as his son had been on a broomstick! He knew it must rankle Lucius something awful to think that despite all his donated cash, Slytherin was still the bottom of the league at Hogwarts. Yeah, that had to burn... James for his part got ready to duck should Lucius decide to do something as childish as try and punch him, or (more likely) pull his wand on the smaller man and hex him into oblivion for daring to suggest that any member of the most magnificent Malfoy family could possibly be anything but absolutely perfect in any way... James knew he'd fully deserve it if it happened of course. He held with no false illusions there, that he was somehow innocent of any wrong. But all the same, he refused to just let it happen without putting up a fight. He wasn't about to go loosing to any Slytherin, let alone Lucius freaking Malfoy... But still he rather hoped that they could avoid a physical confrontation all together, he was already running late, and he really didn't want to get stuck filling out the paperwork for the Lift, should anything be damaged in the resulting altercation... The lift pinged as it rode down past another floor, the doors opened and several memos flew in and started to hum along to the elevator music. The doors closed after a moment and the lift once again started moving, there was a slight shifting and grinding sound at the start, which caused a slight crease in James' brow. 'That wasn't a normal sound for the lift to make then was it...?' he wondered anxiously. He pushed away the spike of uneasiness, it was nothing he was sure, after all the maintenance at the Ministry surely was top notch. Far be it if something unfortunate should happen and reflect poorly on their illustrious leader after all... Yes it just probably needed a bit of lube is all. The carriage suddenly caught f or an instant, all motion grinding to a halt, and then, just as suddenly, shuddered again and resumed its descent. James released a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding, and shifted slightly, re-balancing himself so as not to fall over... "James Talking" 'James Thinking' "Lucius Talking" "Others Talking" 555 | Lucy Baby! | EPIC FORESHADOWING!! this template was made by ZOE of caution 2.0 !