Lover Boy
Grand Rekindling
Almost Perfect
November Issue
Volume I
By LG
'Are you ready for the social event of the century?
The Annual Charity Ball is looming ahead of us like a promising social roller coaster. It is a widely known fact that the Ball is held religiously every year at a prestigious location; but interest among the general population has been dead for the last eight years. By no means do witches and wizards flock to the event as they did in decades past. As a result, the funds raised on the occasion are only a fraction of what they were at the peak of this yearly tradition-not enough to actually make a difference in our beloved magical world. It doesn't posses that grand presence that allured you to its very threshold, the razzle dazzle of desired surprises, the quantity of interesting options that were always offered. It doesn't pique the interest, it doesn't move you in any way except for habit. Then why, you ask, am I even mentioning it? Surely something as bland as this Ball can't really hold many promises to the attendants. Why am I classifying it as the social event of the century? Why, because this year's Charity Ball is being sponsored by none other than Draco Malfoy himself, owner of Malfoy Enterprises and current wealthiest man in magical London. He is the owner of many prominent chains in the wizarding world: Honeydukes and Florean Fortesque's Ice-Cream Parlour only being the most recent additions his daily income cove has come to swallow. The Academy in charge of the Ball considered him the most likely host to finally recapture the audience's attention and Lord Malfoy most graciously accepted their desperate invitation.
The Ball is to be held in his very own manor: an ancient stone structure that has proudly weathered well over a thousand years. Lord Malfoy has gallantly opened the doors of his private residence in the hope of rekindling the lost tradition of raising millions of galleons for Wounded Witches, this year's elected charity cause.
But what is it that makes Lord Draco Alexander Malfoy so irresistible to witches, wizards and warlocks alike?
According to the last edition of this magazine, he is "the one and only possessor of grey eyes that manage to chill you to your very bones and sear straight into your mind." According to our reporting source, "silver-blonde hair that brushes lashes that flutter down against chiseled skin, a Roman straight nose that provides him an aristocratic profile, and an irresistibly heart-shaped mouth only add to the marvelous apparel Lord Malfoy presents as a whole." He has a "feline and liquid grace [that fills]…his every movement" and a "stubborn" jaw, running in his family line for centuries. Elected three consecutive years as the most 'Eligible Bachelor,' his is one face you can't forget.
But he has to be more than that. He has to be what has made him the top leading wizarding CEO in the market: the stubborn man, the sardonic shark…the inflexible competitor.
Lord Malfoy has always been socially active in the highest aristocratic circles and his name has apparently taken permanent resident on numerous magazine covers. He has an old family name looming behind him, casting over him protective shadows of automatic authority and thus effectively sealing his impenetrable façade.
But Lord Malfoy is not a man that takes defeat well. He is a man that can keep a grudge for years without end, and his pride apparently is the only thing that can surpass his egotism. True, you can trace his family name back to the beginnings of time and not a single squib has been born into their lines, but what does that reveal? Absolutely nothing, except for the fact that he indeed has powerful blood running through his veins.'
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Blankly, he let the magazine slip from his fingers and fall upon his desk. A smirk spread over his mouth as his eyes felt on the last line of the rabid diatribe.
'Draco Malfoy is the living proof that appearances can-and will forever be-deceptive.'
Oh, it had started well enough, he guessed. Objective, stating the facts, the obvious, but then…then she had strayed too deeply into her emotions for her article to actually cause some reaction. She had wandered off topic and it had gotten tiresome. Wasn't the article supposed to be a public relations act for the Ball? She wouldn't be garnering that effect if she continued in that way.
It was his third or maybe fourth read and every time he tried to reread the closing paragraph he found he couldn't. He felt like rolling his eyes and forgetting the article ever existed. It was too pointless. Too…blank. It was boring and lacked the usual innate signature that left her readers breathless. He had read her other articles and she was damn good. She always managed to ignite the spark of public indignation against the acts she protested, but in here she had let her emotions take control, making everything collapse into shite. Utter shite.
"Pity. It would've been a damn good article."
He closed the magazine, and stared at the picture that jumped out of the fuchsia background. A serious Draco Malfoy, a quote framing the picture that stared at you significantly while giving a curt nod.
"It is something we all have to share, whether we want to or not. It's humanity."