hasnochoiice:

warhinged

He nods once as Draco speaks. He wasn’t fond of crowded places himself, so he understood on a small level how he felt. “Best ta wait for yer dad in his office then, yeah? Ain’t crowded down that area, far as I know anyway.” There wasn’t much of a reason for him to wander down that side of the Ministry. Unless he was asked to speak to one of the governors.

Turning his head to look at him, he saw how he had barely lifted his head. He almost reminded him of one of his nephews. Almost. 

“C’mon. No use sittin’ ‘ere if ya ain’t big on crowds or loud places.”

      “ Usually I just wait for him to come back. “

      He sits up a little bit more now that he’s not alone, shifting how
        he’s settled entirely so his legs are crossed rather than tucked
        up protectively.  He has to think actually on if his father had a
        legitimate job here, pinching his brows together and pursing
        his lips.

      “ I don’t know if he has an office… “

^{“He ain’t goin’ ta find ya HERE. ‘specially with the crowd.” he hated how crowded the Ministry got. He wasn’t claustraphobic, he just hated socializing with the MAJORITY of people in the building. After a second, Arthur stood, adjusting his jacket before he turned to look down at the kid.} 

^{“If he doesn’t, best just ta go back ta the place where ya LAST saw him.” He held his hand out to help the boy up. Given he had nothing to be doing work wise, he figured it best to help the young Malfoy, even if he wasn’t FOND of his father.}

slitgraves:

warhinged:

“Fuck off, bet me life ya’d be the same if ya were in my position.”

♞.  

                _{there’s a pause. strict. almost dictatorial because, for both their sakes, he keeps a certain set of codes about him that extends to everybody else. the world would be in SHAMBLES if not for him.  ’  what did you say to me, mister shelby?  ‘}  

“I said, I bet ya’d be the same. Insistin’ ta keep workin’, if that’s what ya meant anyway. Or ya just offended by cursin’?” 

slitgraves:

warhinged:

“Been through worse. Ain’t a good enough reason ta take time off. Someone sabotaged it, more’ve a reason ta keep on it till we catch ‘em.”

♞.  

                       _{’  ———– typical.  ‘}

“Fuck off, bet me life ya’d be the same if ya were in my position.”

slitgraves:

warhinged:

“What makes ya think I want ta take it easy, Mr Graves? Just a scratch or two..”

♞.  

          _{’  i don’t think so. it was sabotage — you were lucky enough to get out. ANY more protesting from you, and it becomes typical.  ‘} 

“Been through worse. Ain’t a good enough reason ta take time off. Someone sabotaged it, more’ve a reason ta keep on it till we catch ‘em.”

slitgraves:

♞.  

           _{’  alive is the word. i’m sure it is perfectly acceptable for you to take it easy for a week or so.  ‘}

✣   @warhinged
STARTER   |  ♞.    STARTER CALL
STATUS  |  ♞.   ACCEPTING

“What makes ya think I want ta take it easy, Mr Graves? Just a scratch or two..”

@protectivexmother

He knew it was immature, but given his current mood, he didn’t care if it was. Being suspended from the Ministry had put him in a sulk. Instead of visiting his family as he planned to do, he payed a visit to Molly Weasley, only he wasn’t himself. Talking as himself was something he didn’t want to do, so instead he showed up in his animagus form. And by showed up, he simply hoped in through one of the open windows and invited himself in.

Given Molly was also an animagus, they were able to communicate to some extent. Brief conversations, that usually ended in her yelling at him.

When the woman entered the room, he remained silent, puffy tail covering the majority of his face, blue eyes remaining trained on her.

More HP/FB shit

Arthur’s animagus form would be a red fox. Given he’s not 100% fond of the Ministry, he wouldn’t be registered. Of course, he is extremely unhappy with what animal he is. Those who know about his form often tease him about being cute and fluffy, while he sits there and sulks. 

@hextrained​

Hogwarts was a place he had never hoped to see again. But with a prisoner on the loose from Azkaban, he can understand why the Ministry would appoint aurors to guard the castle. In his opinion, the dementors were unnecessary. They unnerved him. Especially after the attack on the train, a school is the last place they should be. 

His gaze remained trained on the hooded creatures in the distance, even when he heard footsteps on the stone behind him. “What?”

hasnochoiice:

warhinged:

He stops when he sees the position Draco has taken up by the fountain. The annoyance he felt towards the boy was slowly replaced with sympathy. He was hardly surprised when no one stopped to ask him was he ok. No one in the Ministry cared if a kid was looking miserable. 

Walking over, Arthur said nothing as he sat down next to the boy. Resting his arms on his knees, he kept his gaze forward and his back pressed to the edge of the fountain. 

“Ya alright kid?”

      He jumps at the voice, and it’s humiliating.  It causes his cheeks to burn
        red and his heart to race, it’s enough to keep him curled up and hidden
        like this until he’s certain that he’s no longer flushed from embarrassment.
        But that doesn’t mean that he remains quiet.

      An adult was speaking to him, he had to at least try to be polite.  And he
        was required to respond.

      “ It’s loud.  There are more people here than before. “

He nods once as Draco speaks. He wasn’t fond of crowded places himself, so he understood on a small level how he felt. “Best ta wait for yer dad in his office then, yeah? Ain’t crowded down that area, far as I know anyway.” There wasn’t much of a reason for him to wander down that side of the Ministry. Unless he was asked to speak to one of the governors.

Turning his head to look at him, he saw how he had barely lifted his head. He almost reminded him of one of his nephews. Almost. 

“C’mon. No use sittin’ ‘ere if ya ain’t big on crowds or loud places.”

hasnochoiice:

warhinged:

Oh fuck. 5 seconds and the kid disappeared into the crowd. Running a hand through his hair, Arthur let out a small groan, before he went in the direction the boy disappeared. Thank Merlin he had the height advantage and would be able to spot him easily. The blond hair was a dead give away.

Peering around, it took him a good 5 minutes before he caught a brief glimpse of platinum blond hair. Grumbling to himself, the auror stalked over and began following Draco from a short distance. If the kid didn’t want to talk to him, he could just follow him until he spotted the elder Malfoy.

      He’s rather patient once he thinks that he’s alone again, standing a little
        closer to the large fountain before he just settles on the floor near it’s
        base.  The crowd didn’t seem to surge over here that often, they all
        just seemed to march vacantly towards the elevators.

      It makes sense he supposes, seeing as the rest of the ministry lie behind
        them, and while childish curiosity insists he climb in and just wind up
        wherever it goes, it’s an honest fear of disappointing his father that has
        him curl his legs in and hug his knees to his chest, finally just resting his
        chin on top.

      Eventually though Draco tucks up a little further, pulling his chin towards
        his chest and hiding his face.  It was far easier to be boisterous and proud
        when he knew what was going on, but everything around him seemed to
        be moving faster, talking louder, and somehow it even seemed to begin
        crowding in on him.

He stops when he sees the position Draco has taken up by the fountain. The annoyance he felt towards the boy was slowly replaced with sympathy. He was hardly surprised when no one stopped to ask him was he ok. No one in the Ministry cared if a kid was looking miserable. 

Walking over, Arthur said nothing as he sat down next to the boy. Resting his arms on his knees, he kept his gaze forward and his back pressed to the edge of the fountain. 

“Ya alright kid?”