ImpressionsLucius didn't have a plan. He was too accustomed to trusting in his authoritative voice and, where all else failed, his wallet. Besides, what kind of a plan could you have with Magi? She was a different person every ten minutes, with a different litany of demands.More Like This
He would just have to think on his feet, that was all. He knew Magi wasn't clever. And he knew that he had to succeed. These certainties would have to take the place of schemes, for the moment.
She was waiting for him in Highgate Cemetery, wearing the coronet under the hood of a fur-trimmed cloak, and blushing as though she was already rehearsing, in her head, all the obscene things she was going to make him do to get hold of it. Malfoy nodded cautiously. "Magi," he said.
Her shrill delight made him flinch. "Mr. Malfoy! I was 'oping you'd be on time! Burke said I should make you pay an extra ten-thousand Galleons for every minute you made me wait."
Lucius raised his eyebrows. "I thought there was a l