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[Lucius Malfoy]

Lucius made sure that he was stationed close to Hogwarts at all times. It wasn't his first choice for missions, but he had accepted it all the same. Whatever the Dark Lord wanted, Lucius made sure to deliver. If this was important, well, he would do his damnedest to make sure this was done right. The Dark Mark on his left forearm itched irritably, but he ignored it. He merely rubbed it in an absent-minded fashion with his right hand. A rather heavier-set woman came home and filled up his dirty mug with Butterbeer. Although Firewhiskey was Lucius' poison of choice, he didn't want his mind to be clouded in case someone was to enter who wished to speak with him.

Word had gone out that Lucius was in Hogsmeade. It was word that was spread by some of the students in Hogwarts that the Dark Lord was looking to recruit. Lucius was to stay there for anyone who needed convincing or guidance. He was admittedly disappointed with the turnout of students. Why did they not want to be a part of this cause? Lucius scowled to himself. Probably their parents' brainwashing. Just because it was new didn't mean it was evil. The parents who tried to get their kids to stay with the way things already were, were merely ignorant. Did they not wonder where the Mudbloods got their magic? Did they really believe that half-breeds or worse were equal to wizards? If so, what kind of mindset was that? They were not wizards. They were filthy - interbreeding with other species. Was that not beastiality?

Lucius tried to not let the boredom overwhelm him, but it was difficult. The crowd in here was dank and dirty. As much as Lucius appreciated being around those with the like-mindedness as him, he didn't like how they didn't seem to wish to bathe. After every shift of sitting on the Hog's Head, he always had to go to his room in the flat he rented in a different building (it was above some random tea shop) and take a long, hot shower. Even then it didn't feel like he could get the germs off.

Finally, just when Lucius felt like nothing would happen, the old and rusty bell above the door rang. Someone walked in, and that someone walked towards Lucius...

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[Bridgette C. Hamett]

Bridgette was furious! no that didn't even begin to describe how she felt. The past few days, the shifts she took it was nothing but crowded! every student had basically the same type of injuries. That didn't drive her mad, but what did was the spell that was causing all of this. Expulso The same exact spell that had been used on her a few times while she was schooled and she knew exactly who did it every single time. Lucius Malfoy. Just his name pissed her off. of course, that spell wasn't something you simply learn in class. It was the last thing one would learn literally days before graduation. How in the WORLD were 4Th years pulling it off?

Bridgette knew of the rumors of that evil man hanging around hogsmeade lately but she had never believed them. Today, she was going to test them, hoping they weren't true. She got up, pulled on a white dress that had buttons going up on the left side of her torso. she pulled up some fishnets up to her waist before putting her shoes on. Placing a little black bow on the side of her head holding her hair out of her face, she looped her purse in her arm and stormed out the door all while placing an antique looking clock necklace on. She stormed out of the quarters, of course saying hello to anyone that passed her.

After that she basically ignored everyone while she put on a little lipstick so her lips wouldn't dry out the moment she left the school. She didn't think to grab her coat when she left her room but she was in too much of a hurry to get down to the bottom of this. She was determined to stand up to the single man that made her life hell while in school. She could only hope that this feeling stuck around long enough for her to actually get her words out to him.

She hadn't realized how fast she had made it to hogsmeade until she snapped out of her little ranting session in her mind. "sweet Jesus that was fast" she exclaimed to herself. Her feet guided her to the three broomsticks, in which she simply stepped in and looked around, not seeing him there. She left and started walking towards the Hogs head. She could only hope they were rumors that he was back in town.

Bridgette opened the door and walked in, her heels clicking on the floor. Her eyes guided over the faces until they landed on his. her heart sank into her stomach and her stomach threatened to vomit everywhere but the first thought that came to her mind was 'why does it feel like every one from my childhood coming back to Hogwarts?' to think about it that way it was a little funny but she had to keep her mind on why she had searched him out in the first place.

She turned on her heels and started towards him. She wasn't charging at him, just walking a normal pace, although it did seem to have died down since she stepped in. She was never a big fan of the hogs head, she preferred the Three Broomsticks over it. She didn't wait to be invited to join him, she sat across from him. "Lucius" she said. Her voice was stern, probably the most stern it has ever been.

Notes: I didn't know what else to put because I want to give him a chance to reply to her before the convocation moves on. but if you want me to put more I can, just let me know
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[Lucius Malfoy]

That someone who entered was not who Lucius expected it to be - a woman, to start with. He recognized her as the Healer up at Hogwarts. Not only a Healer, but a very specific girl he had went to Hogwarts with. He didn't remember her name. Well, he told himself he didn't remember her name. He actually did, but he was so outrageously needy to be better than everyone that he pretended he didn't. She looked enraged as she approached him, but Lucius kept calm. He merely took an innocent sip of his drink and looked at her with his cold, grey eyes.

"Oh, do please take a seat," he commented in a drawling, sarcastic tone. "I was certainly hoping to run into you today, Miss...?"

It was all utter sarcasm and he felt like he flawlessly pretended like he didn't know her name. If it hadn't been for the look on her face, then he possibly wouldn't have started off the conversation in a confrontational manner. For all he would have known, perhaps she was seeking out his wisdom as well. A part of Lucius knew that this was no such thing. She didn't want to know how to become a Death Eater - besides, she was an adult. Lucius was mostly here for the students.

"To what do I owe this pleasure?" he asked as he set his mug down with a soft clink. His eyes kept watch around the building in case of someone of true interest would show up. The last thing he wanted was for someone to spot him with a staff member of Hogwarts and think that he was merely a spy for the school. No, that certainly wasn't what he wanted.

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[Bridgette C. Hamett]

Bridgette wanted to snarl at him but it wasn’t who she was. She was a ‘forgive and forget’ kind of person but this man was pure evil, he could rot in Azkaban for all she cared. “Bridgette Hamett, you should recall, I was your little Slytherin friend’s favorite prey. It seemed like to me anyways.” she shot back. The sarcasm in his voice made her sick a little but it also pissed her off even more. A waiter approached her, probably to ask her what she wanted but she waved them off. She didn’t expect to stay long.

Her eyes narrowed in on him, almost like she was trying to figure out what he was doing, but she didn’t really car to be honest. It wasn’t her business and she wanted to keep it that way. “I may not know what you are exactly up too doing around Hogwarts again, nor do I really care” she stated clearly. The anger in her voice calmed down slightly, she wasn’t as mad as she was this morning. The moment she decided to confront him was over, she was still nervous; this is the most backbone she has ever had. Still, it was necessary to scold him even though her scolding never did much. “Please explain to me how 4th years know ‘Expulso’ when students don’t learn that until just before graduation...” she asked as she moved her auburn hair behind her ear while staring at him intensely. She was going to attempt to scold him but the chances of that working were slim to none, half the time it didn’t work when she scolded the students. She’d only make a fool out of herself with this.

There was also the fact that this guy basically made her life a living hell in her teen years which didn't help the fact that she kind of wanted him to go to Azkaban for some crime that he didn't commit. It was just what she wanted to happen to him. He deserved it for everything he's put her through and many other people through. He deserved Azkaban and she was sure Azkaban wanted him. "You know, I'm rather glad you didn't become a professor..." she said. He had worked at Hogwarts her life would be nothing but hell. that was one thing she knew for sure.

[Lucius Malfoy]

The one corner of Lucius' mouth upturned into a sort of smirk at the clear displeasure on her face. If there was one thing he enjoyed, it was making his subordinates uncomfortable.

"Hmmm," Lucius said in mock thought. "No, sorry, nothing's coming to mind."

He didn't know if he and his friends really paid extra attention to Bridgette. Sure, they no doubt bothered the hell out of her, but he wasn't aware of any special attention given. They were kind of assholes to everyone. Lucius couldn't even remember what House Bridgette had been in. The way Bridgette waved off the waitress made Lucius feel even more amused.

"That was rude. You think as a Hogwarts ... erm... staff member, that you're better than this hard-working waitress?" Lucius believed that he himself was better than the waitress, but at least he tipped generously. More than anything, he was just trying to bug Bridgette. From the snarly look on her face, he was succeeding. There was a subtle way in the way that Lucius spoke that was irritating in a non-childish way. (Although it was definitely childish - it was just in a different way).

"Well, as you've stated, I'm not a Professor, so how would I know what the curriculum is?" he questioned her simply. He took a sip of his drink to pause. It didn't seem as of yet that anyone would be showing up. At least, no one of interest.

He looked back up at her and added, "Oh, and don't be getting in your head that this is some sort of ... date. I may donate to charity, but I don't participate in this kind of charity."

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