They met in a phone booth in the outskirts of a park.
Ginny had dressed in her standard muggle outfit after she’d finished work, a pair of too large jeans and a snug green sweater.
“So,” she demanded. “How’re we going to do this?”
“We’ll call him and demand money.”
“You’re going to call Draco Malfoy, out of the blue, and demand money?”
“Ginny, think of what you can do with 30,000 gallons?”
“We’re going to ask him for 30,000 gallons?”
“Hell, no,” Cordelia exclaimed and began to skip into the park. “Why do something by halves? We’ll ask him for 60,000.”
“I beg you pardon,” Ginny followed. “But how would Draco “the ministry grabbed my fortune when they nabbed my father” Malfoy have enough to give us 60,000 gallons?”
“Sometimes you really remind me of a friend of mine, Gin. You’re really smart, most of the time. But at times you’re such a blonde.”
“Hey, I’m naturally red-headed, thank you very much. Now explain.”
“He won’t have the money, but as soon as Voldie knows we’re onto him he’ll flutter about. Trust me, I’m from Sunnydale. That’s like having a Master’s in Big Bads.”
“Oh, ok, but you have to make the call.”
“Me? You’re the British Witch.”
“Cordy, for Christ sakes. You’re an actress. You can be anyone you want to be.”
“True. Sure you don’t want to do it?”
“Positive, I went to school with Draco. I’d rather avoid repeating the pleasure.”
“I have some classmates I feel the same way about. I’ll do it.”
Cordelia rolled her head and went into the phone booth. She soon came back out.
“It smells like someone peed in here. Can we find another booth?”
“Do you want to do this at all?”
“This booth it is.” Cordelia turned and walked back in. She stuck her head back out again. "So, what are we going to say?"
"Okay," Cordelia rolled her eyes. "What am I going to say? I can't very well call them and say: Hello, my name's Cordelia Chase and due to an accident we, my friend Ginny Weasley and myself, happened to overhear your bank-robbery."
"Maybe not. You'll have to mask your voice."
"Because Draco doesn’t take orders from women.”
“Ginny. It’s the 21st century and Draco Malfoy doesn’t take orders from women? Not even in bed?”
“I don’t know what he does in bed, but he doesn’t take orders from women elsewhere. There are very few he takes orders from at all.”
“Masking my voice it is. I think I can imitate Spike.”
“Oh, yes. Spike is good.”
“He bloody well be. He lived with me back in Los Angeles for a while.”
“Just call will you? I need to get home and get some sleep.”
Cordelia sighed. If Ginny’s plans had included going home and shagging some poor defenseless git rotten she was sure her best friend would be in a much better mood.