A/N: Cordelia has a birthday party. For Dragon MoonX.

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Daily Drabble Competition:a Scabior gets invited to Cordelia's birthday party.

Scabior stepped through the floo, holding a brightly wrapped box in his hands. Today was his boss' little girl's birthday and all his followers, Death Eaters and Snatchers included, were invited and had to bring a gift for the little brat.

He dusted off his jacket sleeves and shook the dust out of his hair. She wasn't such a bad kid, actually. She was adorable, a princess, of course, but at the same time, he hadn't seen since her that first day in the meeting room a few months back.

He stepped into the backyard of Malfoy Manor, his ears instantly assaulted with the sound of laughing and screaming children running about the yard. He saw many of his coworkers' offspring, including Malfoy's boy, but the little princess was nowhere to be seen.

"Mister Scabior!" someone cried.

He turned to see the little darling step out of the same door he had just come from, running down the stairs and latching around his feet.

"'Ello, poppet," he said, stooping down and giving her a wide, toothy grin. "Why aren't you playin' wi' your little friends?"

She looked down at her feet and muttered, "They aren't really my friends. They're Draco's friends that Aunt Narcissa invited."

Scabior frowned. "You could still play wi' them."

The little girl hid her face into his pant leg. "They don't like me very much, especially Pansy."

Scabior looked towards the other children, remembering how rough it was for him when he first tried to make friends as well. He thought for a moment before he had an idea.

"Then how about I help you make them like you," he said.

"How?" she asked, her eyes wide and hopeful.

Tom stepped out of the floo, taking the time to carefully straighten his robes. He had thought Lucius and Narcissa could handle a children's party, but then she had called him urgently to "see something".

He moved towards the double doors which led to the Malfoys' backyard, his eyes focused on the long blonde hair of the woman standing on the other side, her along with the other parents all fascinated with something beyond.

He opened the door quietly and slipped next to the woman. "Narcissa, why have you called me?"

"Look," she said simply, pointing a bit aways.

He peered above the other parents' heads to see the children running madly about, all armed to the teeth with an endless supply of-

"Water balloons?" he asked.

"And guess who's winning," she said.

The children screamed, all of them taking off once his little girl rounded the corner with her own armful of water balloons. Her hair was slicked to her scalp, and her pretty purple dress stuck to her skin, but he had never seen her so happy and laughing with other children her age.

"Whose idea was this?" he asked, taking one of the tall glasses of lemonade on a nearby table.

There was a loud yell, before he saw a tall man running behind his little girl to replenish her supply and helping her against the other children.

"Hmmm," he said, taking a sip of the refreshing liquid. That Scabior seemed to have a way with his little girl.