Outside the Ministry of Magic building in London, Lucius twirled his iconic serpent-headed walking stick in one hand while gesturing toward the nearby elevator doors with the other. Clearing his throat, he adopted a rare, humble posture, turned to Ith beside him, and spoke with a trace of imperceptible respect and hidden fear in his voice, "Mr. Grey, please."
Ith strode into the elevator without hesitation, taking the most prominent position. His dark green suit, like an elf in the night, perfectly accentuated his tall and straight figure. With his chin slightly raised and a playful smile curving the corner of his lips, he carried a slightly cynical air, "Lucius, you and I are hardly strangers. Did you really need to be so polite?"
As he spoke, he casually patted Lucius's slightly tense shoulder. A few strands of loose hair drifted down in the breeze, precisely concealing the eyepatch covering the left side of his face. "Come to think of it, what a coincidence. Are you also invited here by Fudge for tea?"
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