Act 1, Scene 2

                                        

                                              


                              
SCENE II. #10 Downing Street.
                              
Enter LUCIUS MALFOY, DUCHESS PANSY PARKINSON, and THEODORE NOTT
                              


                              
LUCIUS MALFOY
                              
But Potter is bound by the Prince's decree as well as I, your royal duchess,
                              
He's their Minister of Magic, though he is a muggleborn,
                              
Their sentence is worst, I think, these Dementors they speak of
                              
But for us, we must keep the peace.
                              
PANSY
                              
Of honourable forgiveness from the Prince;
                              
And pity 'tis muggles and magicians lived at odds so long.
                              
But now, Minister Malfoy, what say you to my suit? 
                              
I've known Draco since 4th form. I love him.
                              
LUCIUS MALFOY
                              
But saying o'er what I have said before:
                              
Draco is yet a stranger in the world of politics;
                              
He is being difficult about this war, 
                              
He came here nought an hour ago, laving at the mouth,
                              
We'll be having words tonight, no doubt, disrespecting me! 
                              
Nay... he is young still, not more than seventeen, 
                              
With this war... let two more summers pass, 
                              
Ere I may think you ripe to be his bride.
                              
PANSY
                              
Younger than he are happy husbands made.
                              
LUCIUS MALFOY
                              
And too soon marr'd are those who wind up in divorce.
                              
Then scandal will swallow all my hopes of his future, but,
                              
He, I hope, will follow in my stead and rid us of these blasphemers:
                              
But woo him, fair Pansy, get his wild heart,
                              
My consent for your courtship is but a simple part;
                              
And if he agrees, though little I care for his choice,
                              
My consent lies with you and your pleasing voice.
                              
This night I will hold a grand ball to raise money for our cause,
                              
Whereto I have invited many supports of,
                              
Such as I love your presence; and you, nearly a part of the family,
                              
Will be most welcome, will make my party that more spectacular.
                              
But I still most send out invite reminders, I wish not this to be a dull affair
                              
Where is my assistant? I'll send him out to work it.
                              
The ball will be a masquerade as well. Do come,
                              
Perhaps it'll be an engagement if you convince my son:
                              
For I will require him to come and enjoy the comforts of his position,
                              
I'll have my assistant Nott, send out the message to my supporters:
                              
Come to my house; to hear all, all see, and drink at thy leisure!
                              
As long as they be not wizards, I will welcome all who come!
                              


                              
To Theodore Nott, giving a paper