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[cpt_peroxide]

Yes muggle, and I am being as polite as I can possibly be around you calling you that because hexing you would be counterproductive to that whole redeeming my family name bit, you've made your little muggle journal, named it after your little muggle stories, and figured out what I've been up to since the war. We're done, right? No, wait, let me rephrase that. We're done. I'm going home.

D. Malfoy

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[silkandmirrors]

Darling, they don't listen.

[cpt_peroxide]

Mother. Yes, that's the impression I've been getting.

[silkandmirrors]

I do hope you're going to do something about it; complaining will get you nowhere.

[cpt_peroxide]

Give me some credit, Mother. I'm working on it.

[silkandmirrors]

My darling boy; you know I only want to see you happy. We've given you too much in this life than anyone should have to handle.

[cpt_peroxide]

I know.

How's father?

[silkandmirrors]

--fine, of course.

[Lies. He's a broken shell of a man, trying desperately to keep his head up, and Narcissa loves him just as desperately.]

[cpt_peroxide]

[At least they're all alive. He'll settle for that as a starting point and work on securing things further. They're survivors, even if everything else gets stripped away.]

Pass on my regards?

[silkandmirrors]

Of course.

You could do it yourself; I miss seeing you at my table.

[cpt_peroxide]

I'll come visit soon.

[Oh yes, knows an order from his mother.]

[silkandmirrors]

[As well he should.]

Wonderful. We'll expect you shortly. [By which she means no longer than one week.]

[cpt_peroxide]

I'll owl when I have a free evening.

Is there anything you'd like me to bring from London?

[silkandmirrors]

If you could pop into Ladure and bring me something delicious, I certainly won't be displeased.

[cpt_peroxide]

Of course, Mother. I'll see you in a few days.

[silkandmirrors]

I look forward to it, darling.

[myflawless]

Lovely. Just who we were all hoping to see.

[cpt_peroxide]

Oh I'm sure. What crime have I committed today?

[myflawless]

Stopped bothering to keep track of your ventures ages ago. It's a crime enough that you yet live and breathe.

[cpt_peroxide]

And yet not one you can charge me with. That must frustrate you.

[myflawless]

Oh, it used to. I would rail at the fates for days on end, wondering where I had gone wrong, what I had done to infuriate them so. Then I ceased to bother myself with the matter. You'll have your dues, one way or another.


((ooc: i'm woefully unclear on my headcanon for post-war dawlish, so pardons for any wonkiness. he was in mungo's for a while and azkaban briefly, isn't an auror anymore, and does his best to keep all of that fairly quiet. which doesn't always work well, but hey. er... just so you know, and sorry if that was an unnecessary word-spew. did also want to say 'tis a snazzy choice you've made for the pb.))

[cpt_peroxide]

If by my dues you mean having to suffer aurors- oh, I'm sorry, former aurors hassling me on the street now and then, I think can cope with that.

((ooc: Isn't he lovely? And no worries on the word-spew, they can be fun. Draco's keeping out of politics, but he'd still have his ear to it because, well, Malfoy. It's what they do.))

[myflawless]

[As if he's about to be thrown by the little bastard. The remark stings briefly, but Dawlish scarcely notes it, won't allow himself to note it.] Far better than that, I should think. I'm sure harassment, as you call it, is quite commonplace for you.


((ooc: excellent-excellent, merci. and aye, those clever malfoys, always on the ball like that...))

[cpt_peroxide]

[He spreads his hands with a smile that's more smirk than pleasant.]

What can I say? It's the price of being so interesting.

[myflawless]

You certainly create a marvel of a sight for the rest of us. Not to mention a model for every killer and petty criminal around the country. How fortunate it is for us that the war destroyed our justice system.

[cpt_peroxide]

Ah, but you leave me in shock. You've actually made a point. I am a model of behavior or every one given a second chance. For I live a reformed life, making my own way clear and honest in the light. Or at least that's what the lovely ladies from the gossip magazines like to phrase it.

[myflawless]

The ladies from the gossip magazines - lovely as they indeed are - are what we might call empty-minded and regrettably blind. It comes from living off of chatter and daydreams.

Well. We can no more expect both beauty and brains in women than we can presume that your reformation is sincere. Though I am told you play it well.

[cpt_peroxide]

I shouldn't waste my breath trying to convince you, but I actually am quite enjoying this life. The regular inspections are a hassle, yes, but I suspect they'll die down as the forming ministry finds there's no reason to keep using man hours on me.

pardons for the delayed response, erk. 's that time of year.

[myflawless]

You may be correct; from time to time, the Ministry displays a remarkable talent for half-measures. Particularly in this climate of such ardent forgiveness.

And I must say, you do play the part extraordinarily well. One might expect as much from a creature of your particular background, but it is an extraordinary sight, regardless.

[cpt_peroxide]

What can I say? I'm a survivor.

And from you, I'll take that as high praise.

[myflawless]

Lucky for us. Merlin knows our lives would be altogether too dull and peaceable if the lot of you had been entirely wiped away.

[cpt_peroxide]

Ah ha. So you're glad that I'm still around. Nice to know that someone appreciates me.

[myflawless]

Of course. Appreciation. Awe. Nothing gives me so great a thrill as a backwards justice system.

[Dawlish feels his hand clenching just slightly and realizes that he would like nothing better than to deck the presumptuous twat in the jaw. Recent experience has taught him that when his agitation begins to rise, he'd do best to take his leave. No sense in allowing this to explode. No sense in losing control.]

If the Death Eater who walks among us will excuse me, I'm afraid I must take my leave. No time to dally overlong with living, breathing rubbish. [Smirking, he offers a brief nod, turning away.]

[cpt_peroxide]

So nice of you to realize that and decide to spare me. Off you go then.

[myflawless]

Do try to refrain from torturing any Muggles while I'm away. [With that, he's gone. Best to put Malfoy out of mind for now. Best not to think about the creatures permitted to walk the streets freely. Sometimes, Dawlish thinks the world must be mad.]