Theo wrote out a quick reply, grateful that Natalie had gotten back to him so promptly.
Dear Natalie,
No, certainly, that is just fine. I simply want Pansy to have a dress made of her dreams, and on such quick notice, I will gladly take advantage of your connections.
I think we can make one o'clock, so long as the Ministry does not make us wait over long. If Millicent agrees, Pansy can bring her along as well. Just know that Pansy has only been in Muggle London a couple of times, and always on my arm. I can send along a check book, if you'd rather, so long as I can trust you with a signed check. Before the end of the war, I had much of the Nott trust put in Muggle banks to keep the Ministry from seizing our assets.
Many thanks for all of your help.
Theo
That worry out of the way, he set aside that worry. Hopefully they could do everything they needed to do before one o'clock. He didn't have a convenient time turner to help things along.
Millie raised a brow, wondering what ever this could be about. They'd seen them just hours before--certainly nothing could have come up in the meantime? But she always welcomed Theo and Pansy, so she looked forward to her curiousity being sated.
"Wonder what that's about," she mused aloud, before being thoroughly distracted from her wonderings by Draco.
"Well," the old witch sniffed, affronted, at Pansy's outburst. "In such a hurry. If you'd seen as much as I have..." The old witch grumbled about manners and where had all the old world manners gone, in her time things had been ever so much nicer... blah blah blah.
Theo glared. "I hadn't heard of any of this," he said stiffly. And he followed legaslation rather closely these days.
"Just passed yesterday," she said almost smugly. Of anyone, she knew of what was in the works for this office, but she wouldn't be telling. No, she wouldn't.
"And it's a ministry official you must see. A member of this office." She tittered.
Please, not her, Theo prayed.
"My sister has a slot available day after tomorrow."