A/N: I have been the worst sort of person. As you may have noted, it's been 2 months since my last update, but I've continued to write at the same rate as before. This is a short chapter, but I have 5 more chapters already written, all about 1000-1500 words. I just have been negligent in my updating. Also, check out chapter 7 again. I've made some minor edits. I didn't like how Ollivander presented his wand at first, since I made it ever so complicated. But, I do believe its necessary, which will make sense later on. I may write an outtake on my theories of wandlore, as I always thought the wands initially made by the Ollivander in the books were far to generic. I've always seen them as tailored to the wizard over time, or that most wizards have different wands through their lifetimes, and I think that a progressive wandmaker would have tried to eliminate the need for such tailoring from the get-go, despite the difficulties of such custom building. Regardless, I present, the next installment of Memores Nomine: The Malfoy Matriarch.
"Severus, you may go. But you really must come by, I believe Lucius has a suggestion for the distribution of one of your potions, that and he seems desperately in need of a drinking partner to complain to, there's only so much he can tolerate of the Crabbes and Goyles."
"Mrs. Malfoy, I shall, of course, owl Lucius. I suspect I will be visiting soon, I have not seen Draco in some time, and I'm sure Dumbledore will be both displeased that I pushed the Ministry into admitting to Mr. Lestrange's existence, and anxious to ensure that he is settling in well. I trust you have knowledge of the Lestrange holdings since your sister and brother-in-law's stay in Azkaban began, and setting up young Mr. Lestrange's trust fund will be a non-issue?"
"Naturally, I was named executor of my sister's estate once she was arrested. I will ensure Marvolo here has no issues," she paused and looked at the nameplate on the desk of the goblin and sniffed, "Bomeg, please inform my husband and my account manager, Bruxam, of the changes to the Lestrange vault? I should like to set up Marvolo's trust today, that it will be ready by tomorrow."
"Marvolo, you will come back to the manor with me. Lucius was skeptical of the validity of the Ministry's claim, although I am not surprised that they tried to cover up your existence. We will, of course, need to update your wardrobe from that horrid muggle attire, and I'm sure your education is horribly lacking. Perhaps some of Draco's old clothing can be made to work for the evening and tomorrow. Do hold on, we will be apparating."
And with that, she took the rather stunned 11-year-old by the arm and he was once again squeezed into a small tube. Again, Marvin stumbled slightly when his feet it the ground, but this time did not fall.
