Kingsley raises his glass in mock salute. "The impudence of youth," he jokes, mostly because as a teen Kingsley was hardly ever outspoken. Weighing his next gesture thoughtfully, he nods.
"She's a half-blood. I can spin a story that I'm rescuing a poor soul for a new pet, sort of like those Muggles do with animal rescues. The Muggle PR will be all over my supposed act of kindness for an orphaned young lady. And if my name is attached to hers, no sadistic mobility driven pureblood will kill her, accident or not. The head of security for Prime Minister Yaxley would not be a person to have to answer to, even if that somebody was a Malfoy."
He takes a sip of his wine.
"And I think the blokes around the ministry would be happy I've finally 'caved' and accepted those lesser than I as what they are, servants. I'll contact Fleur Delacour first thing after I clear it with those higher ups."