Shadowed Dreamland
iv. quill
It's amazing, the things a Malfoy can do with parchment, an owl, and a quill.
Lucius dips his into the pot of ink, and pauses.
Right now, he could stop Hugh Blackrose's pardon in its tracks, and condemn his family to starvation. He could, with a few choice words, have Millicent Bullstrode's parents decide to marry her off to Crabbe instead of Nott, or have a nobody official promoted to a minister of finance. He could have someone- almost anyone- rejected by those they'd grown up among, left friendless and without influence. He could provide funds for an orphanage or hospital or school of dark arts. He could cancel or plan an assassination. He could direct this letter to the Minister of Magic or a dealer of dark artifacts responsible for the deaths of dozens.
He puts quill to parchment, writes slowly and carefully.
My dearest mother, he begins. I hope this letter finds you in good health. I know how long it has been since we last took tea, and I was thinking that perhaps you might honour me with a visit this Wednesday evening...
