Say his name?
She found Ginny at St. Mungo’s.
“Gin-gin, we’re rich,” she blurted out.
“What the fuck are you blathering about?" Ginny looked at her and rolled her eyes. .
"Blackmail," the brunette said simply.
“Who do you want to blackmail this time?”
“Those guys we overheard last night doing the breaking and entering. I’m pretty sure that we caught the robbery of Gringotts live, on your boyfriend’s equipment.”
“Could we stop talking about Dean’s equipment? I’m getting distracted. Gringotts? Isn’t that unbreakable?”
“Evidently not, and we have the scoop.”
"We can't blackmail Voldemort," Ginny slapped a hand over her mouth and began to hyperventilate. "Look what you made me do?"
"Say his name?" Cordelia calmly pushed Ginny's head down between her legs, and removed her hand.
"Yeah, now he'll find me, and put the death curse on me."
"Huh?" the redhead looked up at her.
"You're giving him way too much power."
"No, I'm not. He works that way."
"Believe me, he doesn't. And if we should happen to..." She leant in and whispered something in her ear.
Ginny looked up.
“Just because I’ve got one doesn’t mean every witch and wizard has.”
“No,” Cordelia patiently enunciated. “But we know that ickle Draco has one, now don’t we?”
“Because of the equipment?”
“Yes, good girl.”
“How does that work?”
“How the fuck should I know?”
“You’re the muggle.”
“Could you stop saying that? And I’m not the most technical of the lot.”
“So, what do we do?”
“We call him.”
“Call Draco Malfoy?”
“No, Draco Jenkins.”
“You know a Draco Jenkin… never mind.”
“Won’t he be able to trace the number? I can always trace everybody who calls me, the phone gives me their numbers.”
Cordelia just winked. “Leave everything to me, and get back to work. I’ll meet you later.”