"Morning Lucius." Arthur spits out passing his superior, head held high and smug as ever.
"Weasley, Draco tells me there was some sort of insistent with one of your children, something about making a fool of himself during a quidditch match? I trust he's ok?" It took all of Arthur's resistant not to knock him off balance like muggles do with kung-fu or was it fung-ku?
"He's a Weasley of course he's ok."
"So naive Arthur. Being a Weasley will only assists in his downfall, all of yours."
"That's what you think Malfoy." Arthur said to his back.