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I Specialise in Murders by ThestralPrincess

Format: Novel
Chapters: 20
Word Count: 51,565
Status: COMPLETED

Rating: Mature
Warnings: Contains profanity, Strong violence, Scenes of a mild sexual nature, Substance abuse, Sensitive topic/issue/theme

Genres: Drama, Mystery, Romance
Characters: Albus, Scorpius, OC, OtherCanon
Pairings: Other Pairing

First Published: 01/03/2014
Last Chapter: 06/10/2015
Last Updated: 06/10/2015

Summary:





Lucy Weasley’s shop straddled the corner of Knockton Alley and Diagon Alley. Knockton Alley was black, Diagon Alley was white, and Lucy was most definitely grey. Scorpius Malfoy was blazing blinding white and struck like lightning into her life with a cocky smile and a murder case.

For VioletBlade's The Five Elements Challenge V.3 & Rumpelstiltskin's Murder Mystery Challenge-2nd place.


Chapter 18: Weddings and Grandmothers

Lucy didn’t think of herself as inexperienced in the wedding department. She remembered with startling clarity the first wedding she had ever attended, the wedding of her uncle Charlie. She had been ten and it had all been terribly exciting, wearing a fancy dress and all, being a flower-girl and feeling very big, informing all her cousins that after the summer she would be attending Hogwarts with them all.


 

Than there had been Teddy and Vicky’s wedding which had been a massive affair. And Dominique’s wedding which had purposefully been family only. And then Hugo’s wedding which had been somewhere in the middle size-wise. And she had attended both Kelsey Switch and Emily Cattermole’s weddings, both of whom had been her dorm-mates at Hogwarts.


 

None of the weddings she had attended had been quite as grand and dramatic as this one. She concluded that the Rosier’s must like a bit of dramatic flair. It was held in what Scorpius informed her was the grand hall of the Rosier manor. He also informed her that half its grandeur was an illusion created by the mirrors lining either side of the room. The place was draped in large floral arrangements that made Lucy was to sneeze just for dramatic effect. She restrained herself out of politeness. 


 

And possibly also because she thought Narcissa, Astoria and Draco Malfoy who were sat poised on Scorpius other side might not approve of dramatic sneezing at weddings.


 

Scorpius was obviously distracted and kept turning over something small in his hands. Without thinking, Lucy grabbed his hand and opened it. In the palm of his hand lay one of the pieces of the Cluedo game from his office. Colonel Mustard.


 

Lucy looked up at him and raised an eyebrow. Scorpius shrugged, smirked and pocketed the little figure. He then laced his hand with Lucy’s and her eyebrow rose even higher. His smirk if deepened and he shrugged again, turning to face forward.


 

Lucy decided that holding Scorpius’ hand felt nice, even if slightly odd, and that she would refrain from analysing it further. For now. She might have to talk about it with Lily or Molly later. Or decide to pretend it never happened.


 

Right now she was far more curious about why on earth Scorpius had brought along Colonel Mustard. Maybe that was why he was holding to hand. Trying to distract her. Well it just wouldn’t work. Lucy Holly Weasley wasn’t as easily distracted as all that.


 

The wedding march began playing and Lucy sighed quietly, deciding that prodding Scorpius for details in the middle of a wedding was perhaps not entirely appropriate.


 

Desiree Rosier descended down the aisle on the arm of Siegfried Warrington. Lucy noted that Scorpius quietly took the figure of Colonel Mustard back out of his pocket, couching it his other hand, almost though through some obscure voodoo trick he could keep Warrington safe and whole. His eyes were focused on Warrington.


 

Lucy studied Scorpius’ profile out of the corner of her eye. His jar was tensed. His eyes focused. She noticed his eyes looked tired. With his pale complexion the skin around his eyes looked faintly bruised, dark and purple. She realised this case must have meant several nights for both him and Milly. 


 

Instinctively she squeezed his hand and he turned his eyes to look at her, raising one eyebrow and flashing her his trademark Malfoy smirk. Even his smirk looked tired though and Lucy simply smiled softly at him.


 

Lucy turned her head to face the front and pretended to be listening to the marriage ceremony. Weren’t they all the same anyway? Promising eternal love, fidelity, loyalty, promises, promises, promises. Lucy wondered if she could ever make such promises. She smiled softly as she thought of her mother and father. They had made such promises to one another and despite whatever faults either of them had they had been faultlessly loyal. Loyal to each other, loyal to their children, loyal to their family. She knew it hadn’t always been so with her father and his family and that was why that loyalty meant all the more to him.


 

Lucy could imagine herself promising complete loyalty to someone.


 

She felt the prickling of someones stare and glanced at Scorpius, but he was again in his own thoughts, eyes staring blankly ahead with a small frown, fiddling with the clued piece in his pocket.


 

Glancing past Scorpius her gaze connected with the gaze of Narcissa Malfoy’s gray eyes. Narcissa raised a finely sculpted eyebrow at her and Lucy widened her eyes innocently before once more facing the front.


 

The ceremony finished, Desiree gliding down the aisle on the arm of Florentius Selwyn. Everyone filed into the banquet hall, Scorpius’ hand still laced with Lucy’s. Before she knew it Narcissa Malfoy was already standing at her elbow, handing her a tall flute of champagne.


 

“Miss Weasley, what a pleasure. It’s been a while.” Narcissa purred.


 

Scorpius narrowed his eyes at his grandmother attempting to figure out what on earth she was up to.


 

“Scorpius, you’re mother wanted to introduce you to one of your fathers colleagues. I ensure you I can entertain Miss Weasley for the moment. Have you received anything recently of interest in your stock Miss Weasley?” Narcissa continued smiling at the both of them.


 

Scorpius regarded the both of them carefully. His grandmother had clearly dismissed him. Clearly had ulterior motives with ‘entertaining’ Lucy. He knew ‘entertaining’ was his grandmothers not-so-secret code for cross-examining. If it had been any other girl he would have been terrified to leave them at his grandmothers mercy. But Lucy was different. He studied her face carefully and she beamed a smile at him before turning her attention to his grandmother, matching her elegance and composure easily. The smile looked practically feral.


 

“Mrs. Malfoy, such a pleasure. I recently acquired an exquisite example of Romano-British sculpture that I’m sure you would like. It is an early example of the Latin influence on magic in Britain, it is inscribed with both Ogham and Latin script. Perhaps you would like to come in and see it, I’m having trouble with tracking down some of its past owners and I understand from some of my other customers that you are somewhat of an expert on the area.” Lucy replied.


 

Scorpius stood rooted to the spot regarding them both warily. In tandem they both turned to him looking at him expectantly.


 

“Your mother Scorpius.” Lucy reminded him.


 

Scorpius shook himself out of his stupor and smirked. He reached over and brushed his lips across Lucy’s mouth softly before pulling his hand out of hers and loping gracefully over to where his mother and father stood. He glanced back and her and was satisfied to see Lucy’s mouth wide open as she gaped after him. He winked and her mouth snapped shut, her eyes narrowing at him. Oh how he loved when he could make her lose her composure.


 

Lucy carefully composed her face and turned back to Narcissa as if nothing out of sorts had occurred. She forced her face into a mask of a cold calm facade as Narcissa watched her carefully with calculating eyes.


 

“What are you doing with my grandson?” Narcissa asked firmly.


 

Lucy sipped her champagne carefully asking herself the same thing, stalling to formulate an answer.


 

“Attempting to reacquire my carpets which he has apprehended.” Lucy replied calmly.


 

“Scorpius has your carpets?” Narcissa frowned.


 

Lucy nodded sharply. Narcissa herself had sold those carpets to her.


 

“They have made themselves quite comfortable in a corner of his office. However he has ensured me their safe return should I attend this wedding as his date.”


 

Narcissa looked at her shrewdly.


 

“Miss Lucy Weasley, I can assure you that my grandson would not typically bend the rules for anyone. Including returning illegal carpets.” She smirked leaning in closer. “And he doesn’t kiss just any girl in front of his poor frail grandmother either. I believe its quite clear where my grandson stands. If I were you Miss Weasley I would figure out where exactly you stand.”


 

Lucy regarded Narcissa Malfoy coldly. “Mrs Malfoy, I’m afraid you’re mistaken. Your grandson had no interest in me apart from my connection with his current case in the auror department, my specialism in antiques and an apparent pleasure in attempting to fluster me.”


 

Lucy wasn’t quite sure if she believed her explanation herself but it was the only explanation that made sense to her.


 

Narcissa laughed. “Oh I can see he flusters you dear. He flusters you a great deal. And I believe you’ve succeeded in flustering him too.”


 

***


 

Scorpius had hurried his mothers introduction to one of his fathers colleagues. A college who he discovered had an eligible single daughter who worked with the French Ministry of Magic. He had hastily shook him and his mother off and hidden in the shadows by one of the windows.


 

He grimaced as he watched Seigfreid Warrington. He wasn’t feeling good about all this somehow. He pulled the figure of Colonel Mustard out of his pocket again, studying it with a frown.


 

“You okay Scorpius?”


 

Scorpius looked up with a hollow smile at Circe as she slid into the seat next to his.


 

“Yeah. How’s Desiree? Happy?” He asked.


 

Circe nodded enthusiastically. “Yes. I’m just glad the weddings finally here to be honest. Its been hard lately without father and well, you know.”¨


 

Scorpius nodded thoughtfully.


 

“Taken up playing Cluedo?” Circe said, indicating the figure of Colonel Mustard in his hand.


 

Scorpius stared at her with eyes wide in surprise.


 

“What did you say?”


 

“Colonel Mustard. It’s a Cluedo piece. It’s a muggle game.”


 

“I know it’s a muggle game. How do you know?”


 

Circe shrugged self-consciously. “Mother always loved playing Cluedo with us when we were little. Her mother was muggleborn you see. Mother said her grandfather taught her brother and her to play and she played it with her brother when she was little. She always said they should make a wizarding version of it. Who taught you?”


 

“My auror partner, she’s muggleborn. Milly Brandon, she was a Gryffindor in the year above us.” Scorpius said faintly, his brain feeling like it was running a mile a minute.


 

He stiffened as someone touched his elbow and turned to see Lucy watching him warily with those large brown doe eyes that made his heart do funny stupid things.


 

“Lucy, nice to see you.” Circe said politely.


 

“Same. Its a lovely wedding. I love your dress.” Lucy replied politely, though her eyes were focused on Scorpius.


 

“Thank you. I believe we’re forming a greeting line, see you in a bit.” Circe said with a smile and a wave, making her way over to her mother and sister.


 

“You alright?” Lucy asked quietly.


 

“Let me introduce you to Mrs. Rosier.” Scorpius said, taking Lucy’s arm.


 

Lucy noted how he stepped neatly around the question as he pulled her across the floor to the greeting line.


 

“Mrs. Rosier, may I introduce Lucy Weasley.” Scorpius announced with a smile.


 

Lucy smiled softly at Medora Rosier and reached out to shake her hand. Her smile froze. 


 

Medora Rosier had nondescript pale, almost translucent, white hands. Well kept trimmed nails, soft palms, no calluses. Like the shapeless figure who had attacked her shop. Like the shapeless figure who had dumped the body in the Leaky Cauldron.


 

Mechanically she heard her voice thank Medora Rosier for allowing her to attend the wedding, commenting on how lovely the colour scheme was and how beautiful the flowers were, asking where she had ordered the flowers from. She always wanted to laugh at how natural, innocent and bubbly she sounded. 


 

Subtly she regarded Medora Rosier carefully. She was an average sized woman of medium height. dark brown hair pulled back in a french twist, going white at the roots. A plain face. Distinctive due to a pair of fierce dark eyes. The kind that draw men in and make girls feel threatened. Lucy decided that Medora Rosier really would have been rather plain, if it wasn’t for those eyes, well-tailored robes and good poise.


 

Soon enough Lucy and Scorpius had moved on and Mrs. Rosier was regally greeting other guests as they arrived.


 

Lucy grabbed Scorpius’ arm and pulled him to the side behind one of the large floral arrangements that she had enthusiastically praised to Mrs. Rosier. Not only pretty and well-made, but very practical for clandestine secret conversations. Always a bonus.


 

“What?” Scorpius asked.


 

“It’s Medora Rosier!” Lucy hissed.


 

“Yes, I thought I had introduced you properly…” He asked, his eyebrows drawing together in confusion.


 

“No, I mean its her! It was her hands! She was the one who burned my shop, who asked me about quenwood, who dumped the bodies! She’s ‘Clue’ the one Gwyn works for!” Lucy whispered frantically.


 

Scorpius closed his eyes and sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.


 

“I know.” He mumbled.


 

“You know?! And you didn’t think to freaking tell me! Before dragging me to her freaking daughters freaking wedding!” Lucy hissed, her brown eyes flashing dangerously.


 

Scorpius looked around to ensure they weren’t attracting attention. “Well I don’t know. I think so. Circe recognised the Cluedo piece I was playing with and told me Medora grew up playing the game. But theres not enough evidence damn it. And all you can recognise her on is her hands, its just not enough. I’ve assigned Geoffrey to tail her under an invisibility cloak.”


 

“I thought I told you I didn’t need Geoffrey here as my bodyguard.” Lucy huffed.


 

“He wasn’t here as your bodyguard, I assigned him and Guffy as extra protection for Siegfred Warrington.”


 

“You don’t think she’ll do anything now, at her own daughters wedding!” Lucy whispered.


 

“Well I didn’t think she’d kill her husband either did I now?”


 

“So what do we do?” Lucy hissed, hands on her hips, a stance that Scorpius found terribly distracting especially with her in those heels. Lucy should wear heels every day he decided.



“We watch and wait. And maybe. Maybe someone will show their hand just enough for me to do something about it.” He replied. 


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