That Thursday, as promised, Lucius showed up at Hogwarts. (He actually showed up on Wednesday, I lied). He spent all of Wednesday scaring first years. Finally, he was forced to stop because Dumbledore, firmly, yet with a twinkle in his eye told him to and Dumbledore's the headmaster.
Draco spent all of Wednesday avoiding his father, which wasn't hard because all he had to do was avoid first years and he did that any way. Unfortunately, as he was walking down the hall, going to his room to go to bed, he happened to run into Lucius. "Father," he said in a very high pitched voice, "Fancy meeting you here."
"Yes, fancy that, seeing your father when you know he's visiting your school. Why have you been avoiding me, Draco?" Lucius asked menacingly.
"I didn't know you were coming."
"Yes you did; I had Snape announce it to your class on Tuesday."
"Oh…well, it got very confusing. I though he meant next Thursday," Draco lied.
"You're lying."
"No I'm not!"
"Yes you are, I can tell because your voice raised about five octaves when I said you were lying."
"I don't know where you got that idea. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go to bed. Harry always waits up for me and I hate to keep him awake, what with quidditch practice in the morning and all."
"You're concerned about Harry Potter being tired?!"
"Yes…?"
"I'm tired of all your lies. When I visit, out of the kindness of my heart, you should be pleased and you shouldn't try to avoid me."
"The kindness of you heart? And you call me a liar…shame, shame. Speaking of which," Draco thought of something, "What exactly are you going to discuss with the class?"
"My career."
"Being a death eater?"
"Well obviously I wouldn't say that! For God's sake, Draco, use your head. If I said that I would be sent to Azkaban immediately."
"Then what are you going to say? It's not like you have a job."
"Yes I do, the Ministry of Magic."
"Oh yeah, silly me. Well, goodnight."
"Oyasuminasai," said Lucius, imagining that he was in Japan.
