Broken down in the fast lane

Bit of an odd day, really. I’m not good at working at home when there are so many more interesting things to think about. Cue mindfreeze. Or soulfreeze. Or some sort of panic-freeze, anyways.

But – I now have a shiny new broadband connection! It’s really weird just to be able to open a window and look online when I think of a question, instead of mentally adding it to my ‘must look at when next I dial up’ list. I’m not sure whether it’s going to do much for my fic-writing though.

Especially as I just discovered a malfoy-centered drabbling community. Hence the following, cross posted to hp100 and malfoy100 as happily it fits both challenges this week. I’m surprised, actually, that I haven’t considered these two before, especially when Hermione-as-Auror is such a staple of the Lucius/Hermione ship, and I suppose some of the interpersonal issues will be similar, and more intense in places. Maybe I’ll expand it on it someday.

Right. Add that to the mental ‘must write’ list. Along with all the other caged bunnies…

Going down

Auror Tonks stumbles into the lift. And freezes.

“Going down?” drawls Lucius Malfoy.

He jabs the button before she can answer. Because he hobnobs with the Minister up on Level One, and she’s only half-blood scum.

The lift lurches downwards.

She smiles brightly, to infuriate him. “Hi, Uncle Lucius.”

The Minister’s aide chokes. Malfoy merely blinks.

“You are surely mistaken. You are no relative of mine.” He turns away.

But she knows he can’t ignore her mother’s ‘transgression’. And she knows she is the future, he the past. She will make sure of it.

Going down, Malfoy? You will be…