"Maintenance and Development of Protective Spells and Enchantments." Scorpius replied, lips quirking with amusement at the mouthful of a name that was still the standard for the Ministry. "In six months, I'll be eligible for a position as a researcher." Assuming all went well, but Scorpius knew better than to tack that thought on. He had to at least maintain the appearance of absolute confidence in himself.

The job wasn't political at all, really, but spell-creation was very dangerous work and rarely sanctioned by the Ministry, so in Scorpius' opinion, it was still rather impressive.

Technically speaking, he didn't need a job; the Malfoys had lost a lot of their wealth, true, but they still had an obscene amount of it left- more than enough to live on for several generations yet, even with their high standards. It wasn't for money- Scorpius just needed something to do. It was also a way to send a message that their family really had changed, that he wouldn't hide behind the scenes pulling the strings to escape responsibility for his actions.