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Anyone who considers protocol unimportant has never dealt with a cat.
~ Robert Heinlein
Friday, Sept 8th ~ Afternoon

Wednesday, Narcissa had decided that Draco's absence from the dinner table was acceptable. He was young, supposedly had a life and she didn't want to be the 'nagging' mother like she assumed Mrs. Weasley was. Thursday, she glared at the place setting as if to make him appear. When she hadn't seen him by Friday morning, she knocked at his suite of rooms and when there was no answer, entered. What she saw, or rather didn't see, told her he hadn't been there for several days. It was entirely too neat and tidy. There were no clothes strewn about waiting for the elves to clean up, no messy bed with her son still in it and no steam coming from the lavatory area.

Therefore, her arrival on his doorstep shouldn't have been a surprise to him at all. As she waited outside, her eye ran over the carpet in the hall.

At least he didn't put white out here.
A mind once stretched by a new idea never regains its original dimensions.
~ Anonymous
Friday, September 8th ~ Afternoon

Minerva had listed the pros and cons of her idea and since the pros heavily outweighed the cons, decided to present her idea to Mr. Creevey.

What's the worst he can do? Say no? We'd be no worse off than we are now.

She then ordered an extra special tea from the elves and sat back to wait for her visitor.

If my arguments don't do it, perhaps a reminder of the food Hogwarts provides? To a young man without a current position...

Free room and board plus a salary in exchange for a few hours telling students about the Muggle world might make a very attractive package.