In the Slytherin common room, Leander stared coldly at the younger girl wearing the same expression. "Volga... if you have a way to make that guy wipe that idiotic grin off his face, I'll offer you a generous reward..."
With a contemptuous sidelong glance, Volga raised one eyebrow. "Do you think the House of Black lacks money?" After snapping at the Greengrass heir, Volga narrowed her eyes, planted one foot on the platinum-haired aristocrat's shoe, and ground it back and forth. "Abraxas! It's been a whole week. How much longer are you going to keep that... foolish, lovestruck smile on your face? Even coming from you, it's a little... frightening."
Breaking out in a cold sweat and desperately wanting to clutch his foot and cry out, Abraxas clenched his fists, his face deathly pale. He kept telling himself that it did not hurt at all. As long as he ignored his damned instep, the pain would go away. "Volga, you truly are a qualified lady... It hurts!"
Abraxas regained his composure and retrieved his long-lost aristocratic poise, carefully storing that night away in his mind. He would never tell anyone in this life just how adorable his little one was when she got shy, though he very, very much wanted to show off to everyone. "Thank you for not saying what you really thought. How long do you think Minister Leonard Spencer-Muun... can remain in that position?"
Leander raised his eyebrows in surprise and pressed a hand to his throbbing temple. Why did everyone in the House of Malfoy enjoy playing this sort of game? Was the current Malfoy patriarch planning something, or had Abraxas come up with an idea? "That minister enjoys far greater support than his predecessor, especially in his handling of Grindelwald."
Abraxas lowered his eyes without