it moves awfully quiet now, I still feel you everywhere.
So. I have a son. I have done my pureblood duty and all that. heh, he looks like me. and he's so...I presume this is a little like the feeling women get when they look at particuarly fluffy cats. I can teach him how to be a wonderful, dedicated, proud wizard, just like his father. It might, on reflection, be a good idea to tell some people. In a dignified fashion of course. I presumed Narcissa would have done it, but then again, given the circumstances, perhaps not. Of course I'll have to hire the best nannys and tutors and all sorts. and buy him lots and lots of things. anything he wants. Yes, yes, wonderful. I will not get sappy, Bellatrix will make fun.
He makes up for everything else going terribly wrong at the minute. Terribly being probably an over exagguration, but then again, great chunks of metal in my arm are not particuarly subtle ways of things going wrong. Dolohov and Wilkes did well in Belfast but were clumsy. They always are. Once I regain proper sensation in my arm, Fenwick is going down.
He's another one I've been watching so carefully for so long, through all sorts of different people, this can't go wrong. Especially as I'm not taking Rookwood or Dolohov. Normally, having someone else around would be useful, but it's starting to be really damn counter productive. He's the sort to overwork himself. He's the sort to sit for hours in the Department of Mysteries simply because something needs solving. All I need to do is get into the Ministry...late at night, he'll be the only one there, working himself to death, surrounded by things which easily have the capacity to do unspeakable things to him. There will be an almighty duel, that will be for sure, but I...well, I will make it out on the right side of this one.
The only difficult part is breaching the Ministry's defences. Not so difficult. In fact, relatively easy, if I have a legitimate reason for being there. I am, after all, a respected member of the Wizarding community. Especially easy if someone sees me leaving the Ministry. This may be an interesting time to test that device. It should only work for a few minutes or so, but that's all I need. Hm.
Even so. The lure of killing him right under their noses. That is too...too perfect.
Dear Delores,
I don't suppose you could arrange me a meeting with the Minister on Wednesday morning? As a concerned member of society with a significant amount of influence, I would like to have a word with her about the current levels of violence and what could possibly done to mediate them. Or, if not her, maybe yourself or Mr Fudge. I'm sure you're just as important as she is, when it comes to things actually getting done, the brains of the operation, if you will.
Thank you ever so much,
Lucius Malfoy.
It is indeed my pleasure to announce that I have an one month old baby boy, Draco Lucius Malfoy, who was born on the 1st of June. I do apologise for the delay, as there was some confusion over who would tell who and in the end, nobody told anyone. Can't get the staff these days and all that.