Meeting the Weasleys
Meeting the WeasleysDisclaimer: None of the characters are mine, but belong to their respective owners.
When did Tara Malfoy meet the Weasley family? As a matter of fact, it’s hard to tell – the confrontations between Lucius Malfoy and Arthur Weasley were many and numerous, and nobody, not even their wives, kept track of all of them. But perhaps it went something like this...(Diagon Alley, right next to the familiars’ shop)
“Lucius, what are you doing here? I thought that you were just too high and mighty for something like this.”
The voice of the older red-haired wizard is openly scornful, or at least trying to go for it, but Lucius isn’t impressed. As a matter of fact, he isn’t impressed by Arthur Weasley ever, but right now, with his stepdaughter at his side, and their rat on his shoulder, he’s particularly unimpressed.
“Arthur,” he says noncommittally, positioning himself so that Arthur can see Falk, Tara’s new familiar – a big, platinum-furred, black-eyed male rat – perched on his shoulder. “Nice to see you too. What are you doing here? Plan to embarrass yourself in public once again?”
“Just like you to buy a fancy rat when a plain one serves just as well!” Arthur shoots back as he pushes his son Percy and their own rat, Scabbers, forwards. “Our rat is just as good as yours, just not as fancy!”
“Oh, really?” Lucius carefully takes Falk – the rat can always express its opinion when it feels like it’s being mishandled by biting – and faces Arthur. “Want to bet?”
“Bring it!” Arthur snaps back as he pulls out Scabbers from his cage and sets him against Falk. “Scabbers, show your stuff!”
But it’s Falk who becomes the star of this show instead. As soon as he can smell the other rat, he stiffens, then emits a screech straight out of a horror movie, then his fur comes up, and he hunches his back, before beginning to briskly approach the slightly smaller, grey rat with a clear intention of dominating Scabbers in every possible way, including lethal.
For Scabbers’ part, the grey rat takes just one good look at Falk, and then it flees down the Diagon alley, causing Percy and Mr. Weasley to chase after it.
“Well, that was fun!” Lucius says with genuine good humour. “Poor Arthur! I always knew that his life was so pitiful, but that much?”
“Daddy!” Tara says with mild disapproval. “You know what mum and Aunt Andromeda tell you: be magnanimous!”
“And don’t worry, Tara, I will,” Lucius agrees easily enough. “But give me a chance to have fun first, would you?”
A polite clapping interrupts the Malfoy family bonding. Thinking that it is Nymphadora Tonks (and it’s funny how he began to think of her as his niece), Lucius turns around and faces not so much Nymphadora (who’s standing off to a side, looking slightly bemused) but a strange wizard of roughly his age, clearly not-quite-British appearance, and a daughter of his own, Tara’s age, rather than Nymphadora’s.
“I’m sorry to interrupt you, sir, but I must admit that I didn’t expect that the British wizards do something like what you’ve done for fun,” the stranger says.
Lucius thinks about taking offence, but a victory over Arthur, no matter how small, can always be counted on putting him in a good mood, and with Tara around, well, he does try to keep his temper in check.
“It’s more of a personal situation me and Arthur Weasley have,” he says dismissively. “I’m Lucius Malfoy, sir, this is my daughter Tara, and may I be the first to invite you to England?”
“Simon Stormosi, and my daughter, Serena,” the stranger replies, and gives Lucius’ outstretched hand a good shake. “Pleased to meet you.”TBC