Disclaimer: I am not George Lucas or J.K. Rowling
Enter Druella and Sirius, in the Malfoys' apartment room.
Enter Draco Malfoy, a young boy with pale pointed features and white blond hair.
Druella. Draco. Is your father home?
Draco. Yes.
Druella. May we see him?
Draco. Sure.
Draco takes Sirius and Druella into the living room.
Father. Father. Druella's here!
Enter Lucius Malfoy, a haughty-looking man with long blond hair and cold gray eyes.
Druella. Lucius. Welcome back. Was your trip productive?
Malfoy. Fairly.
Druella. This is Auror Master Sirius Black. He's come to check on our progress.
Sirius. Your clones are very impressive. You must be very proud.
Malfoy. I'm just a simple man trying to make his way into the universe.
Sirius. [sees Malfoy's armor in a closet, and recognizes it] Ever made it as far into the interior as London?
Malfoy. Once or twice.
Sirius. Recently?
Malfoy. Possibly.
Sirius. Then you must know Master Runcorn.
Malfoy. [to Draco, in Giant] Draco. Close the door.
Draco closes the closet door, as Malfoy moves to block it from view.
Master who?
Sirius. Albert Runcorn. Is he not the Auror who hired you for this job?
Malfoy. [steps closer toward Sirius] Never heard of him.
Sirius. Really?
Malfoy. I was recruited by a man called Arcturus on one of the islands of Wiltshire.
Sirius. Curious.
Malfoy. [breaks tense silence] Do you like your army?
Sirius. [nods] I look forward to seeing them in action.
Malfoy. They will do their job well. I can guarantee that.
Sirius. [nods] Thanks for your time, Lucius.
Malfoy. Always a pleasure to meet an Auror.
Exit all but the Malfoys.
Draco. What is it, Father?
Malfoy. Pack your things. We're leaving.
Exit all.