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Post by Professor Lucius Malfoy on Feb 9, 2010 22:53:06 GMT -5
Hogwarts has a new headmaster this year. Of all the people who have sat in that magnificent chair, this one is possibly the most... unexpected! |
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Post by Professor Lucius Malfoy on Feb 10, 2010 16:35:26 GMT -5
The new Headmaster paused and surveyed his domain. He felt a warm glow of triumph, tinged with amusement. Naturally he'd seen the inside of this office before, but much had changed since the last time he stood before this ornately-carved desk.
He walked slowly around to the other side of the desk, and sat down, resting his hands on the arms of the chair. Headmaster of Hogwarts, he thought, relishing the delicious irony.
But after a few moments, he reached for a quill, and drew a piece of parchment towards him. He was not here just for the thrill of it. He had work to do, and the students would be arriving soon. A smile touched his lips, as he imagined their faces, ranged along the Great Hall, as he took his place at the staff table. It should be... interesting...
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Post by Professor Lucius Malfoy on Mar 22, 2010 9:57:55 GMT -5
Lucius glanced at his pocket watch, noting that it was almost time for the first student interview. Although it had happened a few weeks ago, he was only just getting around to seeing the ill-mannered boy who had made that exclamation during the start-of-term feast. Partly he had been occupied with other matters - he smiled to himself; Sara Desjardins had been most pleasurably distracting. But also, it kept the student wondering if they had to wait for their interview.
There was a tap at the door, and Lucius paused, allowing a few moments to elapse before he called, "Enter".
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Post by Daemon Blackthorn on Mar 22, 2010 10:09:14 GMT -5
Daemon swallowed, and opened the door of the Headmaster's office. It looked much as it had last time he'd been summoned for some misdemenour, back in Third year. He'd mostly kept out of trouble during his years at Hogwarts; and then he had to go and make that stupid comment during the feast. Well, at least he was getting it over with, finally. He hadn't been nervous, he told himself. But it had been on his mind, wondering what would happen, what kind of punishment he would receive.
He made the long walk from the door to stand in front of the Headmaster's desk. Professor Malfoy seemed very much at home here. He stood waiting, wondering whether Professor Malfoy believed in beatings as punishment. His mother would have something to say if she heard that Daemon had been beaten.
Professor Malfoy was writing on a parchment, but after a few minutes he looked up, and nodded towards the chair facing him across the desk. Daemon sat down, trying to appear calm.
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Post by Professor Lucius Malfoy on Mar 22, 2010 10:38:34 GMT -5
Lucius watched as the boy approached. He was obviously nervous and trying not to show it. This was not a bad thing. He was wise enough to fear the consequences that awaited him, but at least had the self-respect to want to appear nonchalant.
He nodded at the boy to sit, then consulted the file open on his desk. "Ah, Mr Blackthorn." Blackthorn. Why did that name sound familiar? Daemon Blackthorn... but surely the boy was much too young to be the son of the Damon Blackthorn who had been a fellow DeathEater?
"Who is your father?" he asked abruptly.
"My...?" The one question he couldn't answer. And why did Professor Malfoy want to know anyway? He faced the headmaster, and said clearly, "I'm afraid I don'tknow, Sir. My mother plans to tell me when I come of age."
Now that was interesting. Lucius regarded Daemon steadily. He still couldn't quite place why the boy seemed so familiar. "And your mother is...?"
At least he could answer that one. "Kaiia Blackthorn. She used to teach Astronomy at Hogwarts."
Kaiia... Lucius remembered the striking redhead. The Dark Lord had delegated a certain task to Lucius. It had provided some amusement. Yes, Kaiia had been married to Damon Blackthorn, but he'd died long before this boy was born. Blackthorn, he recalled, had borne a striking resemblance to his schoolmate and old friend, Rabastan Lestrange.
Lucius suddenly knew. Of course. That's who the boy looked like. He even had certain mannerisms of Rab's. And apparently he had no idea. Well, perhaps that was as well, it would hardly be pleasant for him to know that his father spent his days confined in a straitjacket on the closed ward at St Mungos.
He had been planning to mete out a severe punishment to the boy, but since it was Rab's son, he decided to be magnanimous.
"Had your unmannerly outburst occurred at any other time but the start-of-term feast, your punishment would be severe. However - on this occasion I will merely remind you that such language is not permitted at Hogwarts. If it occurs again, you will not get off so lightly." Lucius picked up his quill and resumed writing. Without looking up, he added, "You may go."
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Post by Daemon Blackthorn on Mar 27, 2010 12:05:51 GMT -5
Daemon waited, uncomfortably, wondering what was going on inside Professor Malfoy's head. Then the headmaster spoke, and it took Daemon a couple of seconds to realise that he was getting off without even detention. At the dismissal, he got to his feet. "Yes, sir. Umm, thank you, sir."
The headmaster inclined his head graciously, but did not reply, and Daemon hurried to the door of the office. Once he was outside the door, he realised that his heart was beating rather faster than normal. He took a deep breath and set off down the stairs.
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Post by Professor Lucius Malfoy on Apr 17, 2010 20:48:54 GMT -5
Lucius sat at his desk, deep in thought.
He had grave concerns about the future of his family. Or rather, his family name. Draco had, of course, disowned that little blood traitor, Scorpius. And had conveniently provided a new heir. He had visited briefly, but he had been unimpressed by the new heir to the Malfoy title. It seemed weak and sickly, and cried a great deal.
And he had grave doubts about Draco's ability to raise the child correctly. Look what had happened the first time - obviously Scorpius had not been educated properly - his choice of female proved that. It was clear that Draco had no intention of sending his second son to Durmstrang, which would have guarded against a lot of future problems.
Lucius had visited Scorpius's half-breed daughter several times, but on no occasion had he been able to be alone with the child. Possibly the nurse suspected his motives in visiting a child he did not recognise as being truly of his blood. Clearly she wasn't as stupid as she looked.
He sighed, and his gaze fell on the desk. He smirked, recalling the pleasurable interlude that had occurred there just last night. (Even now, half the inhabitants of the portraits refused to stay in their portraits, apparently afraid of what else they might witness!) Ah well, it did at least prove that he was still virile.
His eyes narrowed suddenly. He was not forced to rely on Draco's abilities to correctly educate a pureblood heir. Were he, Lucius, to father another son, he could disown Draco, and ensure that the new heir was raised properly. He would not make the mistakes he had with Draco. The boy would certainly be educated at Durmstrang.
But he would need to pick a female whose blood status was absolutely clear. From a family who still held to the old ways. One who was submissive and obedient.
Lucius smiled. He need look no further than the gamekeeper's hut. Sara still left the contraceptive spell up to him; all he needed to do was perform it incorrectly - and he knew a spell that would actually promote conception - and before long, there should be a new Malfoy heir lying snug in Sara's belly. Then, provided it was a boy - and if it was not, he would dispose of it and try again - he could disinherit Draco in favour of his new heir.
Of course, it would mean marrying Sara - it was rather a nuisance that he had to marry again, but that was the price one had to pay for ensuring the future of the family. Of course, it need not limit him too much - the incident with Cori proved that.
He looked at his pocket watch - in a few minutes, he was due to interrogate a student who had been reported to him for breaking several serious rules. But once that was done, he could stroll down to Sara's hut, and begin on his new project.
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Post by Jessika Lestrange on Apr 18, 2010 1:43:47 GMT -5
Jessika made her way up to the Headmaster's office, utterly terrified. She'd only been mucking around, and everything had gone terribly wrong. It hadn't even been her idea to nick that book. Stupid! They'd been trying out one of the spells in it and poof! her friend was on fire! Jess' natural elemental magic of Fire had mucked with the workings of the spell and well... it very obviously hadn't worked.
So now, she was a dead woman walking. Malfoy was going to throw her out. Maybe she'd be lucky and no one would know about it. It was already hard enough being who she was, let alone living with something like this. They were all going to think she was going the way of her father. A closed ward at St Mungos. He was completely deranged. No, Jessika wasn't like that.
She reached the door at the top of the stairs and sighed, before she knocked on the door, her head hung, and the demeanor of someone awaiting their execution.
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Post by Professor Lucius Malfoy on Apr 18, 2010 12:59:01 GMT -5
Lucius glanced up at the sound of a knock on the door. That would be the student he was to interview. He raised his voice and called, "Enter!"
His eyes never left the girl as she walked nervously towards his desk. He indicated with a nod that she was to sit opposite him, then ran his gaze down the parchment lying on his desk.
"Miss Lestrange." Odd, that he had now needed to interview both of his old friend's children (though the boy, of course, had no idea that Rab was his father). Well, Rab had been quite a forceful personality while at school, and had been summoned to the headmaster's office on several occasions. These two were clearly following in their father's footsteps.
"Let me see... dear me, you seem to be in a great deal of trouble." He looked up at the girl perched anxiously on her chair. Rab had finally married Jessika's mother, Sara Templeton, when she finally reappeared from her long self-imposed exile. Yes, he remembered Sara! Particularly a rather passionate (on his part, at least) interlude in the stables at Malfoy Manor! Jessika seemed to be taking after her mother in terms of beauty.
Regarding her intently for a moment, he wondered if Sara might be amenable to a similar adventure to Cori's... well, time enough for that later, if the girl managed to remain a student at Hogwarts!
"According to this report, you stole a book from the restricted section of the library, and then experimented with spells described in the book. At which point, you set fire to one of your fellow students."
He rested his hands on the desk in front of him, his fingers laced, and let his gaze bore into Jessika's.
"Can you give me any reason why I should not expell you, Miss Lestrange?"
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Post by Jessika Lestrange on Apr 18, 2010 20:48:20 GMT -5
Jessika whimpered softly as she heard the extremely ominous 'Enter' come through from the opposite side of the door. She pushed open the door and walked into the office. She had spent a lot of time in here, but this time, she was absolutely TERRIFIED!
Sitting down in one of the chairs on the other side of the desk, she looked up to the Headmaster. This was ridiculous. She hadn't even lasted a term. And now this new guy was going to expell her. Maybe this was just the last straw. Or maybe because she actually set someone on fire. Uhhhh yeah, that be it!
When given the opportunity to reason, she sighed, and shrugged, trying to put on the cool composure she usually showed in front of situations like this. "Well, firstly, I didn't actually steal the book. Robert, the guy that ended up on fire, he did. Secondly, it was actually an accident, I didn't mean for the whole fire thing to happen. I'm not sadistic like that." She sighed again. "It's not always easy to keep the Fire in check."
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Post by Professor Lucius Malfoy on Apr 18, 2010 21:05:05 GMT -5
Lucius listened as Jessika tried to explain her side. Considering that she looked completely petrified, she did a reasonably good job.
"The fact that you did not actually remove the book from the restricted section is immaterial. You knew it had been taken without permission, which makes you equally culpable."
When Jessika mentioned the Fire, he frowned slightly. "Ah yes - you are a Fire elementalist, are you not? As was your mother..." He had to restrain himself from smiling. He remembered from that incident in the stable, the interesting effect that the Fire magic had during intimate moments.
And Jessika had inherited it. He should definitely keep this girl at the school...
"Your mother was headmistress here, I believe... in which case, I would like to consult her on this matter. Possibly she may have something to say on the subject of your Fire magic that would mitigate the situation."
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Post by Jessika Lestrange on Apr 18, 2010 22:23:18 GMT -5
Lucius listened as Jessika tried to explain her side. Considering that she looked completely petrified, she did a reasonably good job. "The fact that you did not actually remove the book from the restricted section is immaterial. You knew it had been taken without permission, which makes you equally culpable." When Jessika mentioned the Fire, he frowned slightly. "Ah yes - you are a Fire elementalist, are you not? As was your mother..." He had to restrain himself from smiling. He remembered from that incident in the stable, the interesting effect that the Fire magic had during intimate moments. And Jessika had inherited it. He should definitely keep this girl at the school... "Your mother was headmistress here, I believe... in which case, I would like to consult her on this matter. Possibly she may have something to say on the subject of your Fire magic that would mitigate the situation." Jessika sighed. "Yes, I am. She still is... not something you grow out of, Professor," she replied as he spoke about her mother in the past tense. "Yes, she was. Fifteen years ago before I was born." Why was he bringing up her mother. Sheesh!At least if herr mum came he might not expell her. Sara Lestrange was good at negotiations. "Okay." |
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Post by Professor Lucius Malfoy on Apr 18, 2010 22:31:47 GMT -5
Lucius nodded, his icy grey gaze still on the girl. "I will write to her this evening. In the meantime, you are confined to your dormitory, except when you are in class. It is extremely fortunate that your classmate was not hurt, but that does not make your actions any less serious." He watched her for a few minutes more, before he said, "You may go." He watched as Jessika walked out of the room, then picked up his quill, and began to write on a clean sheet of parchment. My Dear Mrs Lestrange
Unfortunately I must inform you that your daughter, Jessika, has been involved in a most serious incident, which could have led to the injury - or possibly death - of a fellow student.
In deference to your past tenure as headmistress of Hogwarts, I would like to discuss this matter with you in person, before deciding on the most appropriate course of action. I must point out that were this any other student, I would have no hesitation in expelling them immediately.
I therefore request that you meet with me here at Hogwarts, tomorrow morning.
Yours most faithfully
Professor L.M.A. Malfoy,
Headmaster He folded the letter, and summoned one of the post owls that were always on duty in his office, for just such occasions, and tied the letter to its leg.Once the letter was dispatched, he stood up, reached for his walking stick, and walked from his office. It was time to make a start on his scheme to ensure the future of the Malfoy family name. |
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Post by Sara Lestrange on Apr 19, 2010 22:44:40 GMT -5
Sara moved through the school purposefully. Students, and teachers alike moved out of her way as she made her way towards the headmaster's office. She really hoped she would be able to speak to Jessika while she was here, to tell her off most severly for what she had done.
She got to the large oak doors at the top of the stairwell, and knocked. Now THAT felt odd. The last time she'd been here was when she had been headmistress, 15 years ago. She had never had to knock on this door, except while she was a student here, of course.
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Post by Professor Lucius Malfoy on Apr 19, 2010 22:59:56 GMT -5
Hearing the knock at the door, Lucius said, "Come in!" The door opened, and Sara Lestrange walked in. Lucius watched as she approached, allowing himself a smile at the memory of a certain incident in a stable - more years ago than he cared to count. Sara had certainly worn well, over the years.
He rose from his seat, in order to courteously hold Sara's chair for her as she sat down.
Once he was back in his own chair, behind the desk, he said seriously, "Thank you for responding so promptly, Mrs Lestrange." He sighed. "As I mentioned, Jessika has been involved in a most serious incident. She was involved in the removal, without permission, of a book from the restricted section of the library. She then attempted spells from the book, with the result that one of her fellow students was set on fire."
He laced his fingers on the desk in front of him, and continued, "When I interviewed her about the incident, she explained that it was an unintentional side effect of her Fire elementalism. That being the case, I felt I should discuss it with you before deciding upon her ultimate fate. I would very much like to avoid expelling her, if you can give me any further information on the phenomenon, that might mitigate the sitution."
He smiled blandly at Sara. In truth, he had no intention of expelling Jessika. But if he could give the impression that he was allowing her to remain at the school as a favour to Sara, it would put her in his debt. And one never knew when - or how - such a debt could be redeemed...
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