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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt]Remarkably enough, he'd almost forgotten about Leonidas. No, this was not him. That Exiler had honestly faded from his memory, more or less — if brought up, he'd likely be able to remember something, but Leonidas had been so insignificant, he no longer mattered. This was someone bigger, someone more significant, someone more real than someone who, last time they'd met, had been a pathetic cub looking for people to toy with.

' Honestly, I just can't believe it's the same guy. Well, I can believe it, it's just sort of creepy that he's out to get you, '

" Well, there have been different people. Whilst I've been in BlizzardClan, there was someone, but I don't really remember their name. " this was Leonidas; he just remembered them for reeking of gore and sweat. They had not, however, had the sophistication of the real problem. The abuser that caused these wounds, or the wounds before, and the wounds before them. " But this? Same person. "

Bloody hell. He winced, then nodded. " I was ... myself, if that counts. My birth was a blessing; the rest of it, not so much. " Draco exhaled, raggedly. " I pissed him off, as you put it, because I survived. More or less. "
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hatoful boyfriend was the funniest game ive played to date

tracking bc i want to mess draco up and this guy seems like the kind of guy who can really mess draco up, so
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt]What were they reading? Poetry? Malfoy quite liked poetry — not that he'd ever admit it to these people — and so he was drawn over by that, though honestly, the injured male would protest that he'd just stumbled across them and not been attracted by the prospect of a poem.

It's not like these morons would ever understand, anyway. Malfoy snorted at the thought, then tilted his head, vibrant gaze raking the group critically. " What're you reading? " he asked, faking obliviousness.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt]He wasn't physically healthy enough to partake, due to the injuries he still suffered, but Draco would watch, anyway; physical strength had never been his greatest strength, anyway — he wasn't one to bet on in a simple, no-magic fistfight. Still, he could always learn from observation, right? And if he picked out the strongest members of the clan, he'd know who to hide behind, should anybody know how to deflect his power-based attacks. The injured male settled down, therefore, blinking vibrant eyes at Southbound.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt]He narrowed his eyes to conceal his delight as the book was passed to him, and he glanced down at the poetry in intrigue, nodding off-handedly as a way of thanking Clover for relinquishing temporary ownership of the book. Having been absent from BlizzardClan for a while, he doubted that his own books were still around, so these ones would likely have to do.

As someone tapped him, Draco slammed his ears against his skull in response to the pain of the contact, only to turn and glance at Oceankit. " I suppose, " he said after a moment, setting the book down so that the boy could see it, too.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt]Having never met Sufjan, Draco did not recognise the fox, but was immediately on edge, even if, despite his injured self, he did everything in his power not to seem it. The pale feline limped over on still-aching paws, his breath rasping in his throat as he exhaled, and he fixed vibrant eyes on the vulpine, blinking once. " Name and business? " he asked, ears angling backwards.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt]The wizard nodded once, shifting his bloodied, bruised form slightly. He couldn't turn people away, so ... " Welcome, then, I guess. My name's Malfoy. Draco ... Draco Malfoy. " he nodded once, turning his head to cough with his jaws shut, so that the blood didn't escape.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt]Drawn over in search of a temporary remedy for the boredom of injury, Draco approached the trio, halting within earshot and nodding once. " I'm Malfoy, " the pale feline greeted curtly, voice still hoarse due to the beating he'd sustained. " Draco Malfoy. "
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt]" Medusa? " Draco had known a Medusa, but he had no way of telling if this was her or not. She'd been a wannabe-healer, if he recalled correctly. The injured male limped over, studying the fox with vibrant, blue eyes.
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It wasn't a name the likes of Malfoy could easily forget, what with it not only being one that had his eyes rolling in general disdain but it also being the name of somebody that had gotten under his skin so many countless times it had become personal. The pale feline had heard it many a time before, and after returning to a Neville-free BlizzardClan, he'd started to wonder if perhaps he was safe from the male's presence — alas, it seemed as if that was not to be, for the moron was back, and rejoining.

Longbottom had certainly filled out, though, and was no longer the round, ridiculous thing he'd once been. Draco, too, had changed, but if anything, he'd become thinner. The male was still bruised and bloodied and wrapped in bandages; as Tama knew, he had returned badly beaten, and was still remaining fairly quiet when it came to who had done it, though it was obvious it was a family member from his cryptic speech. Neville, however, had returned more or less unharmed. It looked like airheads had better luck.

Well, thought Malfoy, you can't have everything.

The pallid cat approached silently, halting beside Tama and regarding Longbottom with his eyes, eyes that had dimmed in their blue vibrancy, both lined with dark circles and the right one surrounded by a purplish yellow bruise. " Longbottom. " he greeted steadily, not having the energy to actually speak with malevolence.

/mobile, excuse any mistakes!
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt]Usually because Malfoy was often returning from an unfortunate trip back home, and they usually ended in him fleeing after he suffered a similar fate — or perhaps it was the other way round. Perhaps he fled and was jumped on the way to BlizzardClan; he wasn't in the practice of sharing his life story until he had no other option, anyway.

" Habit. " he replied dryly, as much as he was itching to snap something along the lines of None of your bloody business, Longbottom! It was true, though — it was a habit, now. Not his habit, mind, but somebody else's. Somebody else who had gotten into the timeless hobby of beating the living shit out of someone who had grown to expect nothing less. " I'm not suffocating; I'm fine. This clan has competent enough healers to wrap me up. "
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt]" Longbottom, you moron, rubbing your eye won't get the ink out. Wash it with water or use a bloody spell. "

And here came the saving grace, the voice of reason, the prince of disdain, Draco Malfoy. He stared at the rather compromised male disinterestedly as he limped on past, halting by him only when he realised that the imbecile had gotten ink in his eye, and he stared for a few moments before slowly shakily his head. " Honestly, Longbottom, how do you even get ink in your eye? " it had to be a genetic defect, this idiocy. Either that, or a super power. Neville's dedication to not being smart was pretty impressive, he had to admit.

The handsome male — or was the right word beautiful? (probably both, if he wasn't all beaten up) — blinked once or twice, then, settling onto injured haunches. " Writing a letter to Granny Longbottom, are we? "
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt]" Lost it again? " he interjected on the topic of wands, arching a single brow. " You know, Longbottom, of all the things to lose ... a man's wand is his most precious possession. " and there was a suggestive undertone to that, but Draco's tone delivered it flawlessly, and it was difficult to tell what he even meant by that as he, sure enough, produced his own wand from the many bandages that wrapped his legs, his chest, his throat, anywhere with wounds save for his face.

" There's nothing wrong with writing a letter home, " he continued in a deadpan, hooking his claws into the designated grips that let a cat like himself actually hold a damned wand. " Honestly, how clumsy are you? " he moved quickly through Longbottom's failures, as efficient as a machine, before glancing up and muttering a spell with an idle flick of his wrist to move the wand in hopes of cleaning out Neville's eye with a nifty little trick he'd learned a while back. Cleaning things out was something he'd needed to do a lot recently, anyway.

His mood soured further at the thought, and his eyes narrowed at himself. Stop it. You're being irrational.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt]" I was injured when I first arrived here. I couldn't have carried it if I tried. " protested Draco pointedly, swishing his tail up and fixing his luminous gaze, albeit a little darkened with fatigue and pain, on Neville, looking at him with as much haughtiness as he could muster. " Neville, if someone else has your wand, you might have some difficulty getting it back. You know how wands work. " technically, this could be classed as disarming. Did Neville want to have to fight someone potentially stronger than him just to get his wand back?
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt]" I'd not leave it too long, but is not go alone. There may be another what's-his-name about. " what had his name been? That Exile cub that had caught him out alone and put him off leaving the territory for a while. Draco's expression soured at the memory, but he didn't say anything, merely plucking at the ground and sheathing his wand in the many bandages again. " What did that letter say, anyway? You have to have been writing to Granny Dearest; there's nobody else. "
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