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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:440px; height:auto; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; color: white]Δ Was that a noose? Malfoy blinked in some semblance of shock as he approached, though he smoothed it over well with a half-assed sneer that abated quite quickly. He came to stand beside Tama, eyes on the noose, still; he was unable to rip his gaze from it, but spoke just fine. " Malfoy. Draco Malfoy. What's with the noose? " he might as well ask, no? He'd never find things out if he didn't demand answers.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:440px; height:auto; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; color: white]Δ Draco had never had a ' girl of his dreams ', or an ' anyone of his dreams ', for that matter. Draco would say that he didn't dream, also, but that would be another lie. He did, and sometimes they were good, but often they were bad. There were only so many horrors one could live in the waking world before the pain followed them into their sleep, and Draco had evidently exceeded that amount. He knew how to stop it, but he'd never really gotten around to it. He'd not performed magic in a while, and without his wand, he was fairly useless.

The pale feline was wandering around half-heartedly when he happened upon Showpaw, though didn't outright approach him, because that wasn't the way Draco worked. Rather, he ... went about his daily business, which was more or less sitting and stealing glances at the other male, thoughtful and rather out of it.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:440px; height:auto; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; color: white]Δ Draco allowed himself a snicker at that - it was better than the original, anyway. " That was a poor dare, " he decided to say, directing that at the anthropomorphic husky, because it really had been pathetic.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:440px; height:auto; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; color: white]Δ Hogwash was starting to get on his nerves. Not for any particular reason - simply because he existed, really. He was ... wrong. Just ... plain wrong, and Draco didn't like it.

Smoothly stepping around the anthropomorphic husky, Malfoy turned to the joiner, eyeing her. " Malfoy. Draco Malfoy. " he introduced, nodding once. His voice was tired and strained, however, lacking its usual haughtiness.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:440px; height:auto; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; color: white]Δ Draco woke up to the yell of his name, and started suddenly, hackles raising in alarm. " What the fu- " his eyes narrowed and he whipped around at a tap on his shoulder, eyes finding Ultrapaw. " -ck was that for, you fucking- "

His head throbbed, tired eyes stinging with fatigue, and he broke off at her question, slowly pushing himself into a sitting position. " That wasn't funny, " he snapped, first, just to make that clear, before he glanced down at his book. " It's a book on alchemy. " this was said with a little less anger, his eyes widening further now as he tried to find where he'd last read up to. " Not that you'd be capable of performing what's in here, but- " he pushed it towards her, jaw setting.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:440px; height:auto; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; color: white]Δ Draco's eyes narrowed, before he quite quickly snorted. " Fucking muggles, " he mumbled under his breath, before shrugging apathetically and letting Tama try and explain him. She was evidently having difficulty, but she was so far doing a better job than he could have, so he opted for staying out of her attempts at placating the angry joiner.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:440px; height:auto; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; color: white]Δ Oh, look, she'd conjured flowers. He could do that too, though his powers were weakened somewhat by the lack of a wand. " Fascinating, " he deadpanned, before managing a superior smirk and nodding. " Of course I can. " Draco had always been fascinated by alchemy, and hoped to take it up as a hobby some day. " It's simple magic once you understand its principles. "
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:440px; height:auto; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; color: white]Δ It was around five pm, and Malfoy was on the sixth chapter of his alchemy book, poring over the words with a reverence etched into his features that was rarely seen on his countenance, his expression one of studious concentration. The reading was a simple way to pass the time without his magic, though he was admittedly disappointed that he was unable to carry out the practicals in the book.

A sound startled him from his reading reverie, however, and the pale feline looked up at the birdlike screech, instinctively so, brows furrowing. His eyes searched the sky with an air of baffled confusion, before eventually finding a shape that seemed to grow larger with each movement of its wings; an owl - eagle owl, to be specific - with something clutched in its talons, and it seemed to be - no, it was - nearing him.

Realisation dawned, and Draco's eyes widened.

" You beauty, " he murmured under his breath.

The eagle owl landed presently near Draco, sharp eyes locked on him; in one talon, curled tightly, was his wand, gripped powerfully, unrelenting until the feline reached for it, upon which the avian moved backwards, allowing Draco to run his paws over the familiar object.

An uncensored grin broke out across his features, then, wildly excited, and he turned back to the bird with a grateful nod. So, now he had his owl back, and his owl had brought his wand ... was this a prelude to him getting everything else back? He wondered how heavy a load the owl could carry.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:440px; height:auto; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; color: white]Δ suuuuuure! who makes?
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:440px; height:auto; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; color: white]Δ Draco's head lifted at the sound of Lostboy, but he could not fully wipe away his elevated spirits, nor did he want to. He'd thought that maybe his wand had been found by some moron, or perhaps even retaken by the Malfoy household; he was glad it hadn't. " My owl, " he offered in response to her inquiry; the eagle owl cawed softly, turning its regal head in Lostboy's direction and studying her with its eerily unblinking gaze. " My parents bought it me when I was young. " and now it had returned to him, with his prized possession.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:440px; height:auto; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; color: white]Δ Why would he want to? Draco blinked at her as if she'd grown another, functioning head. " Because it's interesting. " and because it led to other, better magics, but he'd leave that out. " It's like asking why some people like to sing. They just do. Even if they're absolute shite. " no matter how shite they were. They still sang. All the time. Twenty-four-seven. Never ending singing.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:440px; height:auto; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; color: white]Δ Draco twirled it thoughtfully, still gazing reverently at it like a believer at a priest. " I could turn you into a snake so that you couldn't hear me, " he suggested instead, waving it at her in a sort of mock-threatening manner.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:440px; height:auto; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; color: white]Δ Draco studied Neville for a moment, before fumbling around and producing his wand with a flourish and a few, admittedly purpose sparks, setting it on the desk and then cracking his knuckles.

Assuming they weren't doing it the book of potions way but were doing it the original way, Draco retrieved the lavender sprigs and plucked four out, slotting each between two of his fingers. " Longbottom! Get the Standard Ingredient, will you? " he asked Neville mildly, dropping the lavender in and looking to his partner expectantly.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:440px; height:auto; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; color: white]Δ With his eagle owl on his back - an unnecessary but familiar and well-deserved burden - Draco made his way over, drawn by the conversation surrounding Neville and a new ... pet. Oh. Was it a toad? It looked like a toad. Too ugly to be a frog, anyway. The feline wrinkled his nose, but was thankfully silent for a while, remaining still whilst his owl tilted its head to survey the creature distastefully.

" You called your toad ... Trevor? " Malfoy queried, as if he couldn't quite believe it.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:440px; height:auto; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; color: white]Δ Draco smirked triumphantly when he realised he'd managed to frighten her, but didn't say anything, because - yes, you guessed it - he was back to gazing lovingly at the wand. He only looked back up as Tama spoke, and still couldn't seem to hold in his evident glee. No, she hadn't, and probably wouldn't see him so happy in a long while. Still, this would evidently improve his mood, and would do so until he got used to having his wand around again.

Ah, Lucius. Such a shame he hadn't gotten his paws on this beauty.

His head snapped up with a deprecating snicker at Time's stupid inquiry, but he let Neville answer. " You lost yours? " he hadn't lost it, more had it ripped away in an attempt to flee his potential demise.

Then looking back to Lostboy, he snorted again. " A rock? I'd believe it, only I don't believe even your family would be so stupid. " he could perform magic without his wand, too; it was just better honed with it, and ... he preferred it. Habit, you could say.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:440px; height:auto; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; color: white]Δ Tempted to slam his head into the desk, he took the flobberworm mucus distastefully - eugh - and got the Standard Ingredient himself, snatching up the pestle and crushing it into a paste inside the mortar, before adding the flobberworm mucus into the cauldron and another two measures of Standard Ingredient. " Here's a simple task, then, Longbottom. Read the book and gently heat it for thirty seconds whilst I get everything else. " he sighed, going off to retrieve the Valerian sprigs.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:440px; height:auto; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; color: white]Δ sorry for the late reply! i'll make it asap; i was out yesterday.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; background: white; width: 390px; border-left:solid #ff9933 3px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 388px; color:#ff9933; text-align:right;font-family:arial; font-size:28px; letter-spacing:-3px; border-bottom:1px dotted #ff9933; padding-bottom: 3px; margin-left: -14px;][abbr=the dead end king is here, black wings upon his back]draco lucius malfoy.[/abbr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; width: 380px; font-family:arial; font-size:10px; text-align:justify; color:#252525; line-height:12px; margin-left: -16px;] DRACO SHOOK HIS HEAD, STARTLED; was he insane? " i don't believe you, " he uttered, staring straight ahead at neville. " you haven't even tried to look for it? longbottom, you might be shit with it, but it's yours. i'd go get it, if i were you. " draco had the benefit of liking his wand and being adept with it; he was, luckily enough, gifted with magic and memorising spells and hexes, but even if he wasn't, he wouldn't want to risk it falling into the wrong hands. it was an easy way to get him on his knees, and frankly, he didn't want to give many people that power.

he had an odd bond with it he couldn't explain, and on cue, he glanced back at it, running a paw over the wood. " you should look for it, longbottom. " he prompted again as if in a trance, voice lulled and awed.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; background: white; width: 390px; border-left:solid #ff9933 3px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 388px; color:#ff9933; text-align:right;font-family:arial; font-size:28px; letter-spacing:-3px; border-bottom:1px dotted #ff9933; padding-bottom: 3px; margin-left: -14px;][abbr=the dead end king is here, black wings upon his back]draco lucius malfoy.[/abbr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; width: 380px; font-family:arial; font-size:10px; text-align:justify; color:#252525; line-height:12px; margin-left: -16px;] BY THE TIME NEVILLE HAD finished his heating, draco had returned with the valerian sprigs. he set them down on the table and picked up the mortar, emptying three measures into the cauldron and snatching up his wand. " not hexing, not hexing, " he muttered, waving his wand over the mixture and then stepping back, hands on his hips.

" well, longbottom, turns out you aren't a complete failure after all. " he drawled, smirking. " it says we have to leave it for about seventy minutes; i'll probably check on it after an hour. feel free to ... go bug your fellow cubs, or something. " this, of course, referred to the other gryffindors. draco wasn't going to natter with his housemates, however; he was busy sorting out the remaining ingredients needed, humming under his breath, deft fingers arranging and rearranging, which he'd likely do for a quarter of that aforementioned hour.
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