RP: Permissions Location: Ministry of Magic Date: 11 March 2005
Draco huffed his fringe out of his eyes and tried not to let out a growl of frustration. They were outnumbered, that was all there was to it. There was nothing else he could do except flail for some sort of balance. Victory was already gone.
He flinched at a small crash and twisted around in his chair. On the opposite side of the waiting room, Lyra stared at a small potted fern, its long trailing vines now sprawled on the floor amongst dirt and the shattered remains of the pot. "No cime dis?" she asked, eyes wide.
"No," Draco said with a hidden sigh. "You can't climb that." The next time Mrs Trask had to cancel her duties from illness, he was taking the kids to her. He and Hermione, just the two of them, were no match for three Malfoy children. Especially not when they were excited by being somewhere new, even if it was the Ministry Daddy hated.
The door to the waiting room opened and Draco looked up, praying it was his wife. Mrs Trask would be better, but Hermione would do. Anyone to help him watch his children.