"Wʜʏ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪsᴛᴇɴ Dʀᴀᴄᴏ!
Tʜᴇ ᴛᴀsᴋs sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ ɴᴏᴡ!
Bᴜᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ʙᴇᴇɴ?"
"𝙽𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛,"
"Aɴᴅ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ʟᴇᴛᴛᴇʀs!
Tʜᴇ Dᴀʀᴋ Lᴏʀᴅ ɪs ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ,
Rᴇᴀʟʟʏ Dʀᴀᴄᴏ,
I ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ғʀᴏᴍ ʏᴏᴜ!
Yᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴀɪʟ ᴛʜᴇ Dᴀʀᴋ Lᴏʀᴅ,
Dᴏɴ'ᴛ ʏᴏᴜ?"
"𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛,
𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗'𝚝"
"Dᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴛᴀʟᴋ ʙᴀᴄᴋ, ʙᴏʏ!
Oᴜʀ ᴅɪɢɴɪᴛʏ! Oᴜʀ ʀᴇᴘᴜᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ! Oᴜʀ ʟɪᴠᴇs Dʀᴀᴄᴏ!
Aʟʟ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪs ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɴᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ɴᴏᴡ!"
"𝚈𝚎𝚜, 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛,"
"I ᴏɴʟʏ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ's ʙᴇsᴛ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ Dʀᴀᴄᴏ,"
"And since you can't seem to do things yourself, I've decided to take matters into my own hands," Lucius Malfoy muttered as he sent his final letter to his son. He thrust his hand into the pocket of his black overcoat, crumpling up and tossing away the receipt that read,
❞𝙅. 𝙋𝙞𝙥𝙥𝙞𝙣❜𝙨 𝙋𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨
8 𝙤𝙯 𝙋𝙤𝙞𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙄𝙣𝙠.....10 𝙜𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙨
𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙥𝙪𝙧𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙨𝙚❞
He grabbed a fresh sheet of parchment from a stack next to his desk, wet his quill with his newly bought ink, and began one final letter, this one to the girl.
"I ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ sᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ʟᴇᴛᴛᴇʀs ᴛᴏ Dʀᴀᴄᴏ.
Dᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ ᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴄᴏɴsᴇᴏ̨ᴜᴇɴᴄᴇs.
Tʜɪs ɪs ʏᴏᴜʀ ғɪɴᴀʟ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ."
-Lᴜᴄɪᴜs Mᴀʟғᴏʏ
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