A/N: I'm in such good form after yesterday I'm gonna have to just write
reams and reams of meaningless fluff. And maybe some plot, maybe.
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"How dare you make such allegations against my son!"
"Why hello Lucius, I didn't hear you knock." Professor Dumbledore didn't so much as bat an eyelid at Malfoy's unprecedented entrance and arrogant address.
"How dare you! How dare you even contemplate that my son, MY son would do such a thing. A pure blood would not do something so derogatory."
"Well that is all well and good Lucius, but we have testimony from the victim and scientific conformation that this was the work of your son."
Malfoy scowled. "Scientific?" he cried incredulously. "You are going to try and pin this on my son using some primitive Muggle practice?"
"Think of it as you will Lucius, but this method of confirmation is highly effective and indeed, completely accurate. This act was carried out by Draco Malfoy, your son, and he will receive expulsion for this offence."
Malfoy's eyes narrowed to barely visible slits. "I knew you were bad news the moment you began lording your power over this school. You've brought the name of British wizardry down so much with your crackpot methods. But you'll get what's coming to you."
And with that he swept from the room. Dumbledore stared after him, contemplating the different layers of meaning that could be discerned from Malfoy's last remark. For some reason, he felt it may be something a little more serious than writing to the board of governors. It was a pity; he now had to take the time to deal with this new development. He eyed the half built miniature Hogwarts castle on his desk.
"This will just never be finished."
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"How dare you make such allegations against my son!"
"Why hello Lucius, I didn't hear you knock." Professor Dumbledore didn't so much as bat an eyelid at Malfoy's unprecedented entrance and arrogant address.
"How dare you! How dare you even contemplate that my son, MY son would do such a thing. A pure blood would not do something so derogatory."
"Well that is all well and good Lucius, but we have testimony from the victim and scientific conformation that this was the work of your son."
Malfoy scowled. "Scientific?" he cried incredulously. "You are going to try and pin this on my son using some primitive Muggle practice?"
"Think of it as you will Lucius, but this method of confirmation is highly effective and indeed, completely accurate. This act was carried out by Draco Malfoy, your son, and he will receive expulsion for this offence."
Malfoy's eyes narrowed to barely visible slits. "I knew you were bad news the moment you began lording your power over this school. You've brought the name of British wizardry down so much with your crackpot methods. But you'll get what's coming to you."
And with that he swept from the room. Dumbledore stared after him, contemplating the different layers of meaning that could be discerned from Malfoy's last remark. For some reason, he felt it may be something a little more serious than writing to the board of governors. It was a pity; he now had to take the time to deal with this new development. He eyed the half built miniature Hogwarts castle on his desk.
"This will just never be finished."