Private Message to Lucius Malfoy

[alt_crouch_jr]

Official Enquiry. Confidential & Private. Prompt Attention Demanded.


Investigation in progress: younger Glendower dec'd.

Have perpetrator in custody: RR (sec. to Minister).

RR insinuating involvement of others--hopes to mitigate punishment. Has called in question your whereabouts last evening. Require verifiable account (brief) re. your location before/at/subsequent to 10:00PM.

Assume you'd prefer to avoid official questioning. Response requested ASAP.

Auror B Crouch, Jr
Lead Investigator: Glendower assassination

Comments

[alt_lucius]

Glendower? Most unfortunate. Lovers' quarrel, perhaps?

Certainly, happy to oblige.

Dined with Narcissa in New London. Alhambra, around eight. Returned to Manor about, oh, 9:15 or so? Fire chats with Stephen re: disruption to Cornish labour caused by last week's earthquake. We spoke for perhaps thirty-five minutes, from half nine to just after ten o'clock. Then fire chat with Crispin on reparations to the three communities that suffered irreparable damages. Planning a trip for the Minister to show concern on their behalf. That must have been another twenty minutes, I would say. Yes, we finished around half-ten.

Thereafter .... Well. Payed a visit to Narcissa before she turned in for the night. Need I continue?

[alt_crouch_jr]

No need.

Will seek corroboration of details separately from each of those you've named.

Doubt we'll need to trouble you further.

Unless you wish to offer information to assist us re. RR's history, motives, habits.

[alt_lucius]

Haven't spoken with her more than a polite word or two at formal occasions for some time.

Am aware that she accosted Draco at the New Year's celebration at Buckingham last year (not this past but the one before). Not sure whether she wrangled the invitation from the late young Glendower or had her claws in someone else at that time. Made no report then at my son's request but - confess it made me wonder whether she had become somewhat disturbed by the changes in her fortune, Mr Cameron's untimely demise, &c.

She even fancied for a time that my interest in her career went deeper than mentorship, as you know.

Well. Best wishes in your investigation. Please do let me know if you need any follow-up.

[alt_crouch_jr]

Update. Wizengamot has acted: Azkaban.

Tried again to pull your name into it. Roundly rejected as slander. Understand from Thicknesse the concensus reached put it all down to Glendower's using intimacy for purposes of manipulating Fudge and having it backfire spectacularly.

Apparently the Sr Undersecretary didn't care for being exploited. Evidently G lacked the sense to protect himself. Idiots.

Prophet to run official story in evening edition.

[alt_lucius]

Curiosity consumes - just what sort of drivel did she spew at you regarding my alleged involvement in her caper?

[alt_crouch_jr]

Claimed she'd been working with Glendower and that one of the things he wanted her to do was spy on you on account of your past acquaintance.

Maintains that when she made contact with you, instead of seducing and ensnaring you, you seduced her.

Said she broke down and told you everything, including that she'd never stopped loving you.

Claimed you declared you'd never felt the same passion with anyone else and nothing would do but you must have her back.

Claimed you'd jointly decided to turn Glendower's ruse back on him, allowing him to think she was still tied to him and then using him so she could obtain useful information about his allies.

Maintained that she'd turned much useful information over to you, but that a point had come when G was no longer useful.

Said you promised her that after she killed Glendower, you'd set Narcissa aside and devote yourself to RR.

There might have been more... it was quite a sudsy romance she spun out. Amusing to all. Vasperger let her go on with it as long as she wished.

And naturally there was 'proof': a hotel room where you've been meeting; a florist who could attest to flowers you've sent her; a neighbour who noticed she'd had late night company; certain articles of clothing said to belong to you; a cloak clasp. None of it worth the breath that delivered it. No requests from the Wizengamot for substantiating witnesses. All took it as you'd expect: desperate fantasies.

[alt_lucius]

Well, she has a florid imagination.

Or had, one should say, if she's for Azkaban.