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Brownies For Breakfast	By : Sugarholics Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 1623 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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Chapter Four: Ministry, Maccaroons, and Malfoys

DISCLAIMER: You know Harry Potter and his friends and teachers and the whole world that he exists in? Yeah, they aren't ours, and more's the pity. They belong to the utterly brilliant mind of J.K. Rowling-the lucky gal! We will return everybody and everything in a mostly recognizable state when we're done playing! We promise!

Cass here! Just to let you know, we have nicknames that might confuse. Sarah is Lex, and Renee is Cass (which is me!!!!). Just to clear up any confusion. Enjoy!
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***Friday Afternoon***

"What the hell was that?!" Renee demanded as she picked herself up off the floor having gone face first out of the fireplace when they Flooed.

"The Floo," the head Auror replied, pulling her to her feet and half-dragging her towards a receptionist.

"Graceful as always, Cass," Sarah smirked as she dusted herself off, not letting on that she was inwardly as nervous as Renee was outwardly.

After turning over their wands and getting identification tags, they were directed towards an elevator with only the head Auror now accompanying them. "So, where are we going?" Sarah asked as several different memos fluttered in the air above their heads, zooming in and out at the appropriate floors as they rode the elevator. They couldn't tell if they were going to the top floor or the bottom, but either way it took a while and the bad elevator music seemed universal.

"Why do they always have such terrible music in these things?" Renee asked aloud, the stifling silence driving her crazy.

"I think it's so you don't get too comfortable while you're waiting," Sarah said after a moment's thought.

"Somehow, I don't think that's a problem," Renee said grimly, again attempting to free her arm from the vice-like grip of the Auror.

"Here we are," the head Auror said as they reached a floor that was completely white. From floors to ceiling and everything in between; everything was a glaring white. "Wait, I lied," he said, pulling Renee and Sarah back into the elevator and pushing another button with the tip of his wand.

"Thank the Gods," Renee said, now clinging to Sarah.

"So much white," Sarah said dazedly. "Excuse me sir, what the fuck is going on?" Sarah asked as the elevator opened on what seemed a normal office area.

"You have been brought up on charges of wandless magic in a heavily populated area and because of your age and nationality, you are being brought straight to the Minister of Magic," came the reply.

"Nationality?" Renee seemed puzzled. "You mean the fact that we're American? That's dumb."

"How prejudice," Sarah frowned.

"Miss Pishon and Miss Tigris to see the Minister," the head Auror said to the Minister's secretary. The mouse-like woman nodded and tapped a glass paperweight with her wand.

"Minister Fudge, the two Americans are here," the woman said to the globe that bore Fudge's image.

"Show them in, immediately," the rotund offical said stiffly.

The head Auror shoved Renee and Sarah through the doorway of the Minister's office, scowling as the heavy man waved him away with one massive hand. "You may go." Nodding, the head Auror shut the door as he exited the room, stalking away to start filing his report in the now-required triplicate. "So you two are the cause of all the trouble today," Minister Fudge said as he looked them over. Renee instinctively reached for Sarah's hand and held it firmly as the Minister conjured two chairs side by side for them to sit in. "You two know of your crimes, correct?"

"Actually...no," Renee said, still holding Sarah's hand as if it was the last life preserver on the sinking Titanic. "Maybe if you hum a few bars..." Renee's attempt at humor fell flat in the now silent room. "I meant that as a joke. It was as if you said that the phrase 'of your crimes correct' was the title of a song... Nevermind," she sighed, wincing when Sarah squeezed her hand.

"We know what the Auror told us, but perhaps you should inform us more entirely, Minister, sir," Sarah said polietly.

"You Miss Pishon, Miss Tigris; conjured a storm with wandless magic in the middle of a public area. You endangered the entirety of the non-magic population of London because that is where your storm whipped through. Understand the severity of the situation now?" he scowled.

"Yes sir," the two young women chorused.

"And what do you have to say about it?" the Minister asked.

When Renee opened her mouth to reply, Sarah crushed her hand until Renee shut her mouth, scowling. "Sir, we do apologize. We didn't realize that the storm we created was that large. We didn't mean any harm by it."

"You have made other storms wandlessly?!" the Minister demanded.

"More than several times," Renee responded, ignoring the vice grip her hand was currently being mashed in. "We-I actually, work pretty much only in wandless magic. We only bought our wands today in Diagon Alley."

Minister Fudge frowned as he pondered this new information. "Very well. To insure that this sort of thing does not happen again, we shall have to be very cautious in the handling of this situation." Still thinking to himself, he scowled when there was rapid tapping on the door of his office. "Come in," the bulbus man said, flicking his wand to unlock and open the door. An ivory white owl swooped into the room, perching on the Minister's desk after dropping a roll of parchment on the center of it while airborne. Scanning the note quickly, Minister Fudge frowned and tapped the glass dome on his desk, calling his secretary.

"Yes sir?" the mousey woman barely stuck her head in the door as she answered his summons.

"Firecall Headmaster Dumbledore and Madame Maxine immediately; ask them to come through as soon as possible," Minister Fudge commanded, making the door nearly slam on her face as he flicked it close. "You two have three choices as of right now," the Minister began, sitting down and sinking into the plush red chair and reclining slightly. "Choice one; go to Azkaban for your crimes for a period of no less than seven years, no more than ten," he said with a slightly sadistic smile.

"Sir, what's Azkaban?" Renee asked when he hesitated, apparently depressed by their lack of reaction.

"It's a magical prison guarded by beings that will suck the joy and happiness from your very souls and leave your bodies empty shells if they kiss you. Shells without souls that will die within hours of being kissed, I might add." He smiled slightly when they paled considerably, now clutching one another's hand as if their lives depended on it.

"And the other two options?" Sarah was the one to find her voice first.

"Attend and graduate from Beauxbatons; an all-girl's magic school in France," he said, frowning when Renee scowled and laughed sarcastically. "Or choice number three: attend and graduate from Hogwarts; a co-ed school in Scotland."

Leaving the pair to ponder their choices for a moment, Fudge scrawled a reply on the parchment and handed it to the owl, who swooped out the door the moment it was open again. When two voices, one male, one female could be heard out in the hall Minister Fudge stood from his chair and glared at the two young women until they did so as well.

"Come in, come in," the Minister called out, tapping his foot impatiently. In the doorway appeared an old man in a purple starry tunic-type garment that swept the floor with a beard so long he tucked it into his belt.

"After you, Maxine dear," the old man smiled, motioning for his female companion to enter first.

"Thank you, Albus," a heavily French-accented woman responded, ducking to get into the door.

"Tall lady," Renee whispered to Sarah, inching closer to her in wariness.

"These are the two that caused all the uproar then?" the towering woman inquired, sinking into a freshly conjured plush chair. "Interesting."

"Apperances can be deciving, ma'am," Renee said reflexively, earning an elbow in the ribs from Sarah. The giantess merely smiled and nodded in agreement, turning her attention to the Minister after Albus sat.

"Miss Sarah Pishon, Miss Renee Tigris; meet Madame Maxine of Beauxbatons and Headmaster Albus Dumbledore of Hogwarts," the Minister said sitting back down.

"Pleased to meet you, ma'am, sir," they chorused.

"Sit." They did, looking from the hippie-esque Headmaster Dumbledore to the imposing figure that Madame Maxine made. "Now, you two are to choose whether you attend Beauxbatons or Hogwarts," Minister Fudge said with a frown. "Since we cannot just throw you in Azkaban."

"You know, it concerns me slightly that you're depressed over that, Minister Fudge sir," Renee frowned, wincing when Sarah stamped on her foot in an attempt to shut her up.

Ignoring her comment, the Minister plowed on. "Now, Beauxbatons is an all girl school and Hogwarts is co-ed, as I stated eariler. Both have their advantages and disadvantages, but you need to make a decision today."

"We could give each girl a Pensive tour of the school, if needed," Headmaster Dumbledore suggested brightly.

"That is a good idea, Albus," Madame Maxine smiled as Headmaster Hippie conjured an overly large teapot and several teacups along with a plate of maccaroons.

"Tea?" he offered, levitating the snacks to every party in the room.

"Thank you, Headmaster," Sarah said with a smile to him.

"Thank you," Renee said, trying to remember why the name Hogwarts sounded familar.

"This, ladies, is a Pensive," Minister Fudge said, producing a stone basin with a swirling liquid in it.

"Looks like a birdbath, almost," Renee smirked. Sarah rolled her eyes but wasn't able to kick at Renee since Headmaster Dumbledore crossed in front of her to put his wand to his temple. Drawing his wand away from the spot several silvery strands trailed and dropped gently into the basin, swirling. Madame Maxine did the same and sat back down dantily-something Renee found quite amusing considering how tall she was.

"You two shall visit Beaubaxtons first then Hogwarts in the memories of their current Headmaster and Headmistress."

"Uh, what do we do?" Renee asked, standing hesitantly. As they were sucked into the first memory, Renee's stomach gave a decidedly large lurch.

"Well then," Sarah said when they resurfaced. "What a beautiful school!"

Madame Maxine beamed at the compliment and nodded. "France is always beautiful, my dear," she said.

"Very intriguing," Renee agreed, pressing a hand to her sloshing stomach.

"And now Hogwarts," Headmaster Dumbledore said cheerfully, pushing them towards the basin once more.

"Ugh. This is the last one right?" Renee asked, not sure how much more her usually iron stomach could take.

"Yes, Miss Tigris, last trip into the pensive," the Headmaster replied, pushing her forward again.

"Great," Sarah said cheerfully, shoving Renee's head closer first. "Have fun Cass!"

"Lex, you-" the rest of the comment was cut off as she was drawn into the memory.

"What an interesting pair," Madame Maxine said while they were occupied, taking another of the maccaroons from Albus.

"Most definately. What of the age restriction?" he asked Minister Fudge.

"If you have two different teachers Sponser them, taking responsibility for them and any financial obligations they might acrue, we shall overlook it because of the necessity of their training," the Minister explained.

"Most logical, Minister Fudge," Madame Maxine said, nodding in agreement and pondering which two teachers to use as Sponsers. Albus smiled as he already knew which two teachers he would use and whom for whom. This was going to be an interesting year at Hogwarts.

Renee looked a little green when they surfaced a few minutes later, quickly sinking into the chair and taking up her tea with a slightly shaking hand. "Pensives suck," she said quietly, waiting until Sarah was sitting again to kick her as hard as she could.

"You must decide within the hour for you will be beginning classes with the rest of your classmates on September third," Minister Fudge said after sipping at his tea. Beauxbatons is known for its-"

"Holy hell," Renee interrupted, nearly dropping her teacup in shock as realization hit-really hard.

"Rude much?" Sarah snapped, glaring at her friend. "I'm sorry Minister Fudge."

"Sorry about that, Minister Fudge. I just realized something," Renee said offhandedly, turning to face Sarah. "Do you recall what we were discussing before we caught our nap this afternoon, Lex?" Renee asked, taking a bite of the maccaroon.

"Your mother called..." Sarah said thoughtfully, attempting to remember the fuzzy events.

"Yes, and warned us that your mother may be calling," Renee prompted after a few moments of silence.

"Yeah..." Sarah trailed off as her memory focused. "Oh my... Well, that settles that, I guess," Sarah sighed as she realized what Renee was talking about.

"I guess so. Your mom would kill both of us if we didn't," Renee said, taking another maccaroon from the tray. "My dad would too."

"And here I thought we had a choice," Sarah pouted.

"I know," Renee sighed.

"EXCUSE ME!" Minister Fudge snapped. "What are you talking about?" he demanded.

"Nothing," the two girls chorused.

"But we have made our choice," Sarah said.

"With certain other factors taken into consideration," Renee began.

"And as much as Beauxbatons is a beautiful place we would be honored to attend," Sarah said, beaming at Madame Maxine who responded in kind.

"We will have to choose to attend Hogwarts," Renee said flatly.

"Is it a reason you care to share with the rest of us?" Minister Fudge bit out.

They exchanged a glance and smiled at the Minister. "No," they grinned. "Thank you though."

"Are you sure?" Headmaster Dumbledore inquired, barely holding back a gigantic grin. At their nod, he did smile. "Well then, we should get going. We shall need to purchase your school supplies as school begins in just a few days. You will of course need to notify your families," he said, beginning to steer them out of the room.

"Just a minute!" the flustered offical demanded.

"Yes, Minister?" Madame Maxine asked as Dumbeldore, Sarah and Renee were already outside the office.

"Who is Sponsering these two?" he snapped, his quill posed to jot down the names.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Minerva McGonagall is Sponsering Miss Pishon and Severus Snape is Sponsering Miss Tigris. Good day, Cornelius!" Headmaster Dumbledore grinned, turning the two towards the elevator.

"Ju-just a minute Albus!" the Minister stuttered, tripping over Madame Maxine's chair as he hurried around his desk. Scrambling up from the floor, he reached the door of his office just in time to see the elevator doors closing with Albus, Sarah and Renee inside. Albus waved slightly just before the doors shut.

"Bollocks," Minister Fudge snapped, turning around when something nudged him in the back. Seeing the floating plate of maccaroons behind him, Minister Fudge whipped out his wand and blew up the offending snack, muttering to himself.

"Minister Fudge, sir?" the mousy secretary inched closer to him. "The Malfoy boy is here with his father for their appointment."

"Tell them to wait, dammit," he scowled, slamming the door of his office with one hand, leaning up against it and sighing. "Bloody Dumbledore."

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"So, how did you know that we were going to choose Hogwarts?" Sarah asked as soon as Madame Maxine's Floo flame died down.

"Your siblings are attending this year," he said simply, leading them to the elevator again to go to the main level. "Though your surnames do not match, I knew them to be your siblings, Miss Tigris. And you Miss Pishon have a sister in our roster as well." The older man smiled at them as they left the elevator. "Now, if you two will just wait here by the fountain, I will be back as quickly as possible." With that he hurried away, leaving them perplexed and standing awkwardly by the statued fountain.

"Now what?" Renee asked, looking at the odd fountain.

"We wait, what else?" Sarah said, reading the plaque silently.

"Oh Gods above!" Renee groaned aloud. Sarah turned at her friend's quiet exclamation, her eye twitching as her breath hissed out in something akin to a growl.

"Well, stupidity is ripe in the air, wouldn't you say, Cass?" Sarah spat loudly enough for her voice to carry across the room to Lucius and Draco Malfoy who had just walked into the building.

"Didn't know they let your kind in here," Draco sneered, flicking his hair back from his face haughtily. "But I guess they have to fill their quota of charity cases, am I right?"

"Let us know how they were charitable to you, Draco," Renee smiled, fluttering her lashes.

"Well, it can talk," Draco raked a gaze over Renee, rolling his eyes.

"I'm so glad you have the mental fortitude to recognize speech patterns when you hear them!" Renee smiled brightly. "Can you count to ten as well?"

"His quantitive calculation skills aside Cass, I'd like to know how we have the misfortune to cross paths with him more than once in a lifetime, never mind thrice in the same day. That's three times, just so you know," she said helpfully when he only scowled. "I'm sure you remember our altercation, eariler," Sarah said, stepping towards him with Renee right behind. "Where you had the good fortune to collide with me?"

"I seem to recall you getting in my way," Draco scowled at the memory.

"Draco, you have neglected to introduce your friends," Lucius drawled, using his cane to block his son's advancement toward them.

"Deeming us friends of his would be an insult to us and to those we call friend," Renee smiled at Malfoy Sr. with the saccharine sweetness of one hundred pounds of caramel. "But we can most surely introduce ourselves. I am Renee Tigris."

"And I am Sarah Pishon, you should be pleased to meet us. I know who you are," Sarah said with a slight smirk towards
Draco. "But I do not know you. Should I?"

"I am Lucius Malfoy," the elder blonde sneered.

"And that is important why? I've met kindergarteners that impress me more," Renee said, crossing her arms over her chest.

"It does not surprise me that you would associate with children," Draco said glaring at Renee.

"Well, while I have the pleasure of denying any association with you, most of the children I associate with are my siblings. Are there any on this planet that have the misfortune of calling you family, or has the world been spared that nightmare?" Renee inquired with a smile.

Draco twitched in irritation, but Sarah laid a restraining hand on Renee's arm. "Dearheart, do not waste precious breath on the likes of them. Those that are lucky enough to have discussions with us should be of at least a similar intelligence if not just the same species. However, since boredom is easily found, we shall make do with the current joke the deities have seen fit to impose upon us," Sarah said, looking dismissively through the pair of Malfoys.

"Bloody Muggle wench," Draco growled. "Were we not in the Ministry of Magic-"

"We'd most likely have run in the other direction out of fear of loosing active brain cells while in your foul presence," Sarah cut in.

"Draco, don't bicker with your lessors," Lucius said, flicking a gaze over the pair.

"You would be lucky to consider us anything in comparison to you," Sarah and Renee snapped in unision.

As Draco advanced on Sarah, he hissed in pain. "Bloody hell!" he exclaimed, clawing at his wrist.

"What are you doing boy?!" Lucius hissed in irritation, glancing at Sarah and Renee to see if they had their wands.

"Bloody thing went icy!" Draco said, ripping a thick silver braclet off his wrist, watching it clatter to the ground like a shed snake skin. Rubbing the point on his arm where the braclet formerly was, he was shocked to see the skin blue and it still felt cold to the touch when Malfoy Sr. grabbed him.

"What is the meaning of this?" Lucius demanded, whirrling on the two girls that had been insulting him. "What did you do?"

"We didn't do anything," Renee said, stepping toe to toe with Lucius. "Maybe your boy's jewlery decided it wanted to adorn something better." Lucius raised his arm as if to strike her with his cane, only to have Draco grab his arm and point.

"Boy, what have I told you-" he began.

"Father look!" Draco exclaimed in a hushed tone. The aristocratic pair both were shell shocked as the bracelet was no longer upon the floor but was slithering up Sarah's robe as a snake would up a tree. It quickly came to rest on her right wrist, wrapping about it firmly and settling back into a solid piece of apparel. "Bloody hell," Draco mumbled, his eyes still widened in shock.

"What did you do, girl?!" Lucius hissed, his eyes narrowed in anger to the point of not being able to see any color. "That has been in our family for generations! I demand you return it!"

"You think I want your stupid chain on my wrist? I'll be sanitizing my arm for months now! If I could get it off, I would, believe me," Sarah snapped, trying to tug the bracelet off. "Listen, I'll just pay for it," Sarah sighed. "It can't be worth much."

"You bloody well will not!" Lucius snapped. "It's worth more than your family could ever scrape together."

Just then a quiet voice cut through his mindless ranting. "You would do well to tell him that my period of service to the Malfoy family has expired, the male voice said. They no longer hold my name and so my five hundred years of service to them have been paid. Their claim on me is no longer valid," the voice said.

"What are you talking about?" Sarah demanded, looking closer at her arm.

"Tell them what I said and they will leave you in peace for now" the voice insisted.

"Okay then..." Sarah looked skeptical for a moment.

"Nani, Lex?" Renee asked, reverting to the single Japanese word for sake of privacy.

"He said that the Malfoy family no longer has a valid claim on him since the five hundred year term of service has been paid," Sarah said, looking up to Lucius when he sucked in a breath.

"Lies!" he exclaimed, pulling his wand. "You took my family guardian! Charmed it off my son's wrist!" Lucius snapped.

"If it was a family guardian, than it leaping from your son's wrist should be an indication that you may be better off without it, Mr. Malfoy," Albus imputted from a few feet off. "Perhaps you should go and meet the Minister now, eh, Lucius?" the old man smiled as Lucius sputtered, sheathing his wand as several Aurors approached at the outburst.

"This is nowhere near completion, you Muggle twits," he said, grabbing Draco's arm and pulling him away.

"Well then, shall we go shopping?" Albus said brightly, offering an arm to both of them.

"Sure why not? We've had as much fun as can be legal in here for now," Renee said, glancing to Sarah as they began to walk. "Talking sparkly?" Renee asked.

"Talking sparkly," Sarah said, pulling her sleeve down more fully to cover the snake bracelet. "I give up on trying to figure this place out. I truly do."

"Oh, don't worry, it will get much harder as we go to Hogwarts," Albus said cheerfully.

"Great," Renee and Sarah chorused. "Just great."

Cass here!
Cass and Lex: 10; Malfoys: BIG 'OLE ZERO!!!
We've been working our tails off for days getting things done for the chapters. It's taken a bunch of late nights but we've gotten three chapters done! Yay! So...yeah... Review. By the by, my favorite bit so far was the verbal battle with Blondie Jr. and Sr. and us. Yeah, that was done at 12:34 a.m. Chicago time, 1:34 a.m. Florida time! You have to love the fact that we get more eloquent the farther it is into night....or closer to dawn, whichever your perspective! It's true, though. We get most of our work done at night, if not all of it. We may get ideas in the day time and end up writing them on recepit paper (I did it when I worked for Mickey Ds and now Lex does at CVS! Haha!) but most of our cowriting takes place via the wonderful invention of CELLPHONES! Which is awesome because if I had to pay the phone bill on two hours plus average six days a week from Illinois to Florida, I'd die. Or be killed, one of the two. Anyway, everyone say whoot for free nights and weekends that allow B4B to continue across over a thousand miles. WHOOT! *grins*
Love and hugs and all that jazz!
Cass

*ahem* Lex speaking.
I hope you rather enjoyed our witty exchange with the Malfoys. I know I did. *grin*
Keep reading it gets better!

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