Lucius Malfoy strode into Cornelius’ office as if he owned the place. Truth be told, it wasn’t that far off. More than a large chunk of the Malfoy family fortune had been channeled into paying for one thing or another, depending on the mood or the politics of the recipient. He quickly and silently closed the door behind him as he noted that the Minister was finishing with a call to another department on that infernal muggle fellytone device. He took a seat and waited impatiently, "You wished to speak with me, Minister?"