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[lucius malfoy]

*CRACK*

A Loud noise announced Lucius appearance in the middle of a street in Hogsmead, everyone turned their heads to see who was the culprit of the apparation, some turned their heads quickly when they noticed it was the young Malfoy, others, mainly girls, stared with a large smirk on their lips trying to get his attention. The boy was extremely good looking, there was no doubt about that and he knew it very well, he knew how to use his appearance and he did it often. If there was something Lucius was good at, it was flirting, the boy had a natural gift and it was something that he did ever since he was little, flirting gave him everything he wanted and needed, made people do what he asked of them without discussing, men, women, it didn't matter as long as he had his way on the end. Running his fingers through his blond hair, the boy walked down the street in the three broomsticks direction.

There were a lot of places in the wizarding world where he could enjoy a drink, but after spending seven years of his life going there almost every night during his school years, he kind of grew fond of the place, it didn't had anything or anyone special he wanted to see, it was just a nice spot to enjoy a nice fire whiskey and remember the old days. The days he had no worries and the only thing he had to do was to have good grades in the end of the year, which he did very easily, but now, things were extremely different, there was hardly a time he could lean back in a sofa and relax, there was always something to do and even though the boy loved to work for the dark Lord, he wouldn't mind for more times like the one right now.

Pushing the door open, the bell above it told everyone inside that someone entered the pub, whisper could be heard, but that didn't bothered him. Sitting on an empty table in the corner furthest from the door, the boy looked up to see the old man behind the counter reaching for a bottle of fire whiskey and an empty glass as fast as he could. Lucius crossed his legs and rested his hand on the table as he waited for the thing he asked every time he went there.

[tristessa reaper]

"Ma'am, please, we're doing the best we can--"

"And you think that's going to settle me down? You've got another thing coming, old man." A sour, venomous voice of fury cut through the air of the pub, which was thick and tense from a growing argument. Tristessa, a young Death Eater, had made her irritation known after having been given the wrong drink over three times. She hadn't been the only customer that received bad service this evening. The bartender must have been drinking too much firewhiskey, she supposed, though no excuse would be enough to get him out of the many feet of mud he was in right about now.

"Miss, we'll get it right this time for sure. How about this? It's on the house, okay?"

"Get me a damn firewhiskey, already. Forget the butterbeer," she demanded sharply, rewarded with a panicked nod. Tristessa could have definitely used such a drink at a time like this, considering the stress was about to make her explode, and she had already arrived at the Three Broomsticks with a short temper, considering her youngest sister, Mina, had been irritating her. Mother was sick, and heaven forbid, Trist had to take care of her two youngest siblings, little Mina and Sebastian Jr.

Finally, a glass of proper substance was placed in front of her, the bartender having gone off to serve his other customers in hope that they wouldn't flee because of his incompetence. Free firewhiskey? she pondered to herself, arching an eyebrow at the back of the bartender's head, hopefully the refills are just the same. She turned her head to a see a familiar face - one she saw several times merely because of the fact that they set on his rather attractive face during Death Eater meetings. She grinned a little, watching as Lucius Malfoy took his seat in a dark corner of the room. Figuring it'd leave no scars to at least say hello, she picked up her glass of firewhiskey, downed it, ordered a second, and then made her way over to the table after receiving the order rather swiftly.

"Mind if I join you?" she asked as she approached the table, a smile on her face that could never really indicate serenity, considering many knew of her as a somewhat unstable, morbid woman. Not nearly as morbid as Bellatrix Black, though she did love a good episode of violence from time to time, and she was huge when it came to being a rebel.

[lucius malfoy]

The boy sat there waiting for his drink, only now he had been able to spot a blond head at the counter, from there he wasn't able to tell who it was, it seemed just and ordinary girl which was somewhat strange. Most people that went there were old men, seeing girls inside that pub wasn't an every day event. The boy tapped the table repeatedly with his fingers as he waited for the owner to bring his fire whiskey. With his free hand he reached for his robes pocket and took a black and silver object from the inside. His wand was hurting him, before placing it on the table the boy smirked at the object, it wasn't an ordinary wand, it's handle instead of plain wood like most, it had a silver shaped snake with it's mouth opened and green emerald for the eyes, he had paid a small fortune to Ollivander's but it was worth it.

"Here you Sir"

The old man stated as he walked over to his table with a bottle of fire whiskey in one hand and and empty glass in the other, this last one didn't look like any other inside that pub, it seemed expensive and...clean. This had happened after a 'small' problem with a dirty glass that has been given to Lucius, basically the man felt his throat close and a couple more seconds and he would be dead, not that big of a deal really. "Fine, leave" he stated coldly without looking at him while making a gentle movement with his hand telling him to go away. Lucius poured the whiskey inside the glass and took it immediately to his lips.

"Mind if I join you?"

Still with his glass on his lips, he turned his head slowly with his piercing gray eyes, placing the drink down, a charming smile appeared as he saw who it was "Miss Reaper" he claimed with a polite nod and a wink "Please sit" he stated as he motioned toward the empty chair across from him "What brings you around here?" he asked with an eyebrow raised as a small curiosity hit him.

[tristessa reaper]

As the young male Death Eater had acknowledged Trist with a wink, Tristessa's eyes only flickered with the smallest hint of amusement, though no alteration could be found in the structure of her porcelain face. She returned the polite nod with her own. The young man, who was only a year older than herself, had given her permission to take her seat at the table, at which she did so casually, her fingertips running lightly and majestically along the glass cup, which was held firmly in her right hand. As he questioned what had brought her here, she chuckled quietly, leaning back in her chair casually, her glacial-blue eyes scanning the pub before returning to Lucius.

"Well, if you must know," she began, her voice low and hushed, as if she was telling him a deep, dark secret, "I recently discovered a traitor among our...group, if you will." She took a small glance around to ensure that their conversation was without audience, and once assured that is was quite private, she went on. "I simply had to dispose of him this evening when I found out he wasn't only giving vital information to the Order, but was screwing around with one of the female, half-blood Aurors." She let out a quiet sound, which was resembled somewhat a laugh, though had a small tint of irritation to it that indicated the story wasn't all as amusing to her. "But we won't have to worry about him now," she added, repositioning herself so that her posture was taller and more sophisticated. Sort of like the Blacks and Malfoys, Tristessa grew up in a dignified family, taught to hold her body high and confidently. Such a big family as her own had to go noticed positively, no?

"And what brings yourself here, Mr. Malfoy?" she flipped the conversation to a new subject, a dazzle in her eyes and a small smile along her plush, rose-pink lips.

[lucius malfoy]

Lucius heard the girl talk about taking care of some traitor among the death eaters, rolling his eyes he took a sip from his fire whiskey. The young Malfoy wasn't the type to have blood in his hands, he normally was the one that took care of the more formal things, he worked in the ministry and he was able to get a lot of valuable information. He had tortured a lot of people, but he never finished them, instead, he gave it to someone Tristessa, Bellatrix or Goyle, they were more attracted to that kind of job. Lucius was way to classy to those kind of things, he didn't judge who did them, but it just wasn't a particular thing he enjoyed. "You did well" how foolish would someone be to mingle among the death eaters and give information to the order of the phoenix? The Dark Lord knew everything and if not, Lucius would find out sooner or later, it was just a question of time until he could see the man talking to someone of the order, who he knew well who they were.

"And what brings yourself here, Mr. Malfoy?"

What did bring him here?Nothing in particular really, just the desire for a fire whiskey in a place that was all too familiar to him. He was soon to be a familiar face around Hogwarts, his new position as School Governor would make him have a lot of regular journeys to that place and before everything became all too busy for him to enjoy a quiet time, this was the right moment to do so. Between the ministry, the school and the death eaters, few would be the free hours the boy would have. "Just enjoying a drink" he stated simply with a gentle smirk on his lips.

[tristessa reaper]

When he had complimented her on her work of ridding their organization of the traitorous scum, Trist merely sighed and shook her head. Obviously, she was far too modest to agree with him. "I'm only doing what He would have wanted," she replied simply, setting her elbows on the table, her icy, blue eyes fixed on the full glass of firewhiskey that was in front of her. She appeared to be in deep thought, up until she heard Lucius's response, his explanation as to why he was here. Eventually, her eyes lifted to meet with his, and a single eyebrow raised in curiosity.

"Not harrassing anyone this evening?" she teased harmlessly, chuckling in a low, almost naturally seductive manner that she could never really help. "I'd imagine you would at least try to get up some sober girl's skirt this evening." Of course, she had hoped he knew better than to take that statement serious. Tristessa was never one to insult a fellow Death Eater - without good reason, that is. She certainly wouldn't dare to insult Lucius, either. Despite his young age, she knew he was a cunning little serpent, and also was aware that no one would be wise to step on his toes.

Eventually, the young woman coiled her slender, pale fingers around the glass of firewhiskey, raising the drink to her lips and casually downing it. She was a frequent drinker, though certainly wasn't an alcoholic, considering she was capable of controlling it. It took a lot to get her drunk. Two more of these would at least get her on the road, but she wasn't aiming to be wasted this evening, so this would have been her last drink. She set the glass down once she finished it, briefly licking her lips to retrieve the excess of the liquid that settled on her upper lip. The familiar sting on her tongue hardly affected her now, though she still found it somewhat enjoyable.