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Post by draco abraxas malfoy on Jul 24, 2011 13:06:31 GMT -5
Draco missed being a prefect. He missed having the school actually give him powers to abuse and use over the younger students (plus those in his own year, on occasion), but that was what happened when you turned up out of the blue like he and the people from his time had done. It was irritating, but still, Draco could manage. He had all of the time before he had become a prefect, after all.
It was just a shame that he could flash the badge at the irritating littlies who had decided to come over and giggle near him. Little girlies, giggling over...well, perhaps over him, which was rather sweet in an annoying kind of way (and terrifyingly familiar to that stupid fan club in second year, which though he had adored at the time, had become the epitome of evil after that horrible valentines day), but their voices were high pitched and grating on his nerves. When he had heard that the Ancient Runes classroom was open for private studying...he had taken it to mean the serious students.
He had woken up with a migraine as well, and found out that this time hadn't yet ordered the moronic house elves to properly press his uniform to the standard he was used to. As a result...there were creases. Faint, compared to other people, but Draco could notice. Draco could notice anything about fashion though, really, which did make him smirk.
The earliest runic inscriptions date from around 150 AD, according to muggle historic records. Evidence hidden beneath layers of ancient shielding chars (earlier, more primeval versions of the protego charm, nothing stronger), however, has shown that...
There was a pause in the giggling, a moment of blessed relief save for the scratching of his quill of the parchment...until curiousity got the better of him and he turned his head upwards to glance in the direction the sound had been coming from. Only for his silve eyes to be met with the wide eyed gazes of three midgets, all of whom quickly spun around to face their table again to explode into giggles in relative privacy.
A growl escaped the lips of the Malfoy heir, and eyes narrowed into slits, flashing dangerously. Stupid children...He groaned, rubbing his temples with his fingertips in an attempt to relieve the pressure once more building behind his eyes...and then gave up, on impulse getting to his feet instead and moving away from his table, robes swirling around his feet and strutting over to the table of gigglers instead.
"While I am absolutely flattered by the appreciative attention you appear to insist on bestowing upon me," he purred, voice weaving around the ice that was clear in his words to swarm around the little girlies who had shrunk back into their seats on his approach. "I am sure that even moronic little filth creatures like you have something better to do with your time other than giggle and irritate me. You're voices are worse than chalk on a blackboard...But if you were trying to get my attention, well done, you've succeeded. Not the type you were hoping for, I bet, but you're all ugly little things, aren't you? Now...going to say anymore? Giggle anymore? No. I think you should leave before I find myself unable to resist the urge to hex your legs together and string you up by your underwear. Happy?"
He had no idea how old they were, neither did he much care. Irritating little children, weak and pointless...one was even looking as though she was about to cry. Pitiul.
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Post by alice on Jul 24, 2011 14:24:06 GMT -5
Alice walked into the Ancient Runes classroom. She needed to study, especially for that subject. Ancient Runes was definately, without a doubt, one of her weak points. There was just so much to remember. All these dates, she had no idea why she even took it. It was like she wanted a subject to take her frustration away from Transfiguration. Or maybe she just liked a challenge. It did give her an excuse to have alone time, even if it was to murder her brain with all this reading. Also, the fact of struggling in a subject would allow her to have tutoring sessions. And She did love to be tutored, it gave her time to hang out with people. It was how she made a couple of her friends. And being tutored by a friend was basic assurance that there wouldn't be much tutoring done.
She read the textbook they had in the subject. She narrowed her eyes trying to memorize it as she twirled one of her brown strands around her finger. Even though she was quite unaware of it. It was one of her habits when she was concentrating hard. Thankfully this place was completely silent. She couldn't concentrate in other areas of the castle. With everyone talking and such. Like they were trying to distract her. Most likely they were, they thought she studied too much. She didn't study too much. They just happened to run into her during her intense study sessions before an exam. She wrote down a couple of notes to help her remember and study the subjects in the textbooks that she needed to know.
Suddenly she heard an explode of giggles which woke her out of her studying trance. She closed her eyes quite annoyed but breathed in a bit calming down. She looked at the students in curiousity. They were three younger students. They were probably with 1st years of 2nd years. Alice could tell because if any student was shorter than her they had to be younger. Alice hated her height, she was quite small but with a big heart and personality. She was curious as to what they were giggling at. Because last time she checked studying didn't require much, well any, laughter or giggles. She looked around the room, there were few people there. Maybe she could ask them politely to quiet down so she could study. After all, she was prefect. So they kind of did have to respect her.
She was about to stand when she noticed a Slytherin boy walk over there. He seemed pretty pissed off. Alice could already tell this wouldn't end well. She didn't recognize him but he did seem near her age. Maybe an exchange student? She watched him as he walked over and picked on the poor girls. Just for giggling during a study session. She got the reason but he didn't have to be that cruel. He was definately overreacting and was rude. She watched the reaction of the three girls. She noticed fear in their eyes. But what absolutely made Alice snap was when she saw one of them with tears in her eyes. The poor thing was blinking back tears. What kind of guy made little girls cry? A pathetic one.
She gathered all her bravery as she stood up. Her Gryffindor robes trailed behind her as her straight hair swished side to side behind her. Her bangs covered her forehead as she glared at the blonde with her brown eyes full of anger and annoyance. She was quite shorter than him, he towered above her like most did. But she was either around his age or possibly older. She knew she was probably asking for trouble or an arguement. But she had to defend the poor things. They didn't deserve to be yelled at. She first turned to the younger girls. "Why don't you ladies just go keep studying or have some fun." she said kindness in her eyes and tones. It would be best if they just stayed away before they got this boy more pissed off. The three girls nodded and walked off into the castle.
Now that's handled. Time to put this guy in his place. She thought to herself. She turned to face the blonde, she looked up at him. Even though she was small she still planned on standing up for them. "Look at you, picking on little children. It is kind of pathetic. And when I say kind of pathetic, I mean very pathetic." she said crossing her arms. She gave the guy a cold glare. "You can't just go around talking to people like that. No matter how annoying their giggling is." she said even though she couldn't deny that the giggling could give anyone a migrane. They were worse than a drunken Alice's giggle.
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Post by draco abraxas malfoy on Jul 24, 2011 15:58:22 GMT -5
Finally. Honestly, was a bit of peace and quiet too much to ask in this godforsaken hell that masqueraded as a school. The powers that be should be glad, for crying out loud, that Draco Malfoy was actually designating some of his precious and extremely valuable time to study a subject in which he knew he was already far, far ahead of the lectures his year recieved. The books at the manor had been extensive, on the subject of runes, considering the fact that most dark magic spells and curses had to be translated from such runes. It was like Arithmany and Potions, a subject he had been studying since he could remember. Spending his own time on it when he didn't need to was a gift, and yet irritating little children still insisted on wasting up his air by irritating him.
It was frankly unbelievable.
They didn't move though. Oh, one started to weep silently, glistening tears pooling in her eyes before crashing over down her cheeks, shrinking back in her chair, but that just roused some sort of sadistic pleasure in the slytherin. Strong people did not cry. Weak, pathetic people cried. Malfoy's don't cry. He, for example, hadn't spilt tears since he was five.
Except for a few moments recently, when the world had changed and his mother had been hurt and he had not enjoyed staying at the manor as much as he should have done. Father in prison, mother heartbroken, and the dark lord deciding that the manor was perfect for him. But any boy would cry at that. He had an excuse. These children did not.
He was also frankly pleased at the fact that they made no sound and did not move, merely cowered before him...until another voice interupted that blissful silence. A bleating little voice, one which once more prodded at the ache behind his eyes, but one which sent the little ones running with soft words and false kindness. A gryffindor then, most likely. Draco felt like growling, but that would be undignified. So he just turned elegantly, looking down at the rather short girl who had spoken, and waited for the rant.
He didn't have to wait wrong. What was it with Gryffindors and their do-good insistance of bleating at him. Hufflepusses and Ravendorks never had to (and he completely blamed Crabbe for those names, ones gained in a moment of suprising clarity in first year from the hulking boy); no, they just went about their own business. Gryffindor's never seemed to have their own business, just everyone elses. It was quite sickening.
And without much suprise in her part, he realised that the girl had finished speaking and he had not taken in a word. Why should he have? Only those of good enough stature in society, or irritating enough like Potter, were good enough for him to listen to.
"Are you quite done with your irritating bleating? It's as bad as their giggling 'chatter'. Now, I am quite willing to turn my irritating upon you, but my head is pounding, or will be in a minute. You're scrawny little plebian hide can be moved out of my way now, thank you very much." There. He even apologised.
In a completely sarcastic and rather cruel way, of course, but then Draco was a Malfoy. Nothing else could really be expected.
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Post by alice on Jul 24, 2011 16:31:16 GMT -5
Alice had a feeling he wasn't even listening to her. Which would make her more annoyed than she was. One way she could tell was because he didn't respond until a little after she finished. If he was actually listening he would've replied sooner. Plus, since she had a tendency to overanalyze stuff, he obviously wasn't paying much attention. He did seem familiar but not at the same time. Maybe he was one of those transfers that were related to the students at Hogwarts. Whoever he was she could already tell the type of person that he was.
He was obviously one of those Slytherin purebloods. The one who thought they were better than everyone and thought muggleborns were complete dirt. Correction, they thought anyone less than pure wasn't worth their time. They were the people who called Alice a blood traitor. He would probably be someone who would end up a death eater and actually enjoy it. Even though she was normally against judging without getting to know someone she could just tell that she would not get along with him. Part of her wanted to just give up without a fight and go back to studying. But the other part of her wanted to keep ranting at him.
She listened as he responded. She gave him a cold glare as he did so. She gave him a chance, but now she could decide a dislike for the boy. She knew it would be best and most rational to just walk away. To prevent there from being any trouble. But part of her wanted to respond with her own cold comments. Be cruel to him, even if he was obviously not even close to worth the trouble she would get in if it got too far. But Alice would make sure it didn't get too far. If there were any signs of trouble she would find a way to escape or create a distraction. But for now she would stand her ground. Show him that he couldn't just treat people that way and expect them to do what he told them to. She felt the need to prove that fact to him, even though she was pretty sure with his attitude that people have tried it previously.
"You do realize that a rude response like that will lead to more of my 'irritating bleating'." she said putting finger quotes around irritating bleating basically mocking what he said. You would think someone like him would realize that insulting someone isn't the best way to get them to shut up. After all she did insult him therefore he ranted at her. It was a very common reaction to be expected. He shouldn't expect her to just take being insulted like a good girl.
She rolled her eyes at his ending sarcasm. "Wow, you're such a gentlemen." she said the sarcasm dripping thick in her tone. See, you're not the only one who knows how to use sarcasm she thought to herself instead of saying it like she so wanted to. But it was best not to push it like she already was. She already decided to engage in this kind-of facedown they were having. She decided to hold off the 'I-am-a-prefect' card till later when things may actually get out of hand. "So who are you that i have had the displeasure of meeting?" she asked exaggerating the displeasure. She would at least like the name of the new enemy she possibly made.
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Post by draco abraxas malfoy on Jul 25, 2011 5:12:40 GMT -5
Draco felt no need to do more than arch an eyebrow delicately in her direction at her next words (which was a blessing as far as he was concerned, for at least responding in such a manner meant that he was spending his own, personal time actually listening to her). You do realize that a rude response like that will lead to more of my 'irritating bleating'. Complete with finger quotations... That was so utterly plebian he could not imagine anway it could become more so. " woman with manners would quickly unerstand that irritating bleatiung is not the way to converse with her superiours. Have you had no lessons on social ettiquette? No wonder this place is such a charnel house."
Skipping lessons on ettiquette...Draco had suffered through them since he had been a child, raised by such high standings in society that it was purely expected of him to be polite and nice in even the most tedious of affairs. But those skills did not need to be translated across to the life he lead within the school. No one within the walls of this castle had the money or power to bring him into success, after all. Which was a shame.
"I do not need to be a gentlemen towards someone who interferred with my calm attempt at making this room more workable for everyone within it," he said softly, tipping his head to the side with a soft toss of his hair, moving it out from over his eyes in a refined manner. "Nor do I wish to waste my time being a gentlemen on an obvious Gryffindor such as yourself. A member of a house full of mudbloods and blood traitors can not expect such a thing from one. It would worsen my headache to even attempt it."
Simple, and his head was started to hurt more. The ache was spreading, brought on, no doubt, by this one. He had hoped that getting rid of the giggling children would bring him some few moments of relief, enough to sit down and finish the advanced essay he had been undertaking for extra credit...but no. He had an interferring Gryffindor girl on his back no, harping on about something or other. And asking his name.
Draco desperately wished the times to be as they had once been; where no one asked his name. Where he was known, and in control. Loved and adored and fawned over and the leader. It was sickening to know that even blood traitors in his school did not know him.
"I wasn't aware that you were blind as well as irritating," he said coldy, smirking down at her (down at her...that was a nice feeling. The problem with smirking at people at this time was that quite a few were so much taller than him. Another irritation point), "Who do you think I am? Who is so annoyed by your obviously medicore, maybe worse, level of intelligence? And who truely wishes that filth like yourself would cease bothering me when the caffeine in this establishment is less that acceptable?"
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Post by alice on Jul 25, 2011 8:02:49 GMT -5
Alice listened to him, now she was positive he had strong pureblood beliefs. He asked her about having no lessons in social ettiquete. In all honesty, even though she was pureblood, her parents didn't enforce it as much. They didn't believe themselves superior. They believed everyone equal. And Alice was thankful for that. She would hate to be brought up like this boy, hating anyone less "superior" than he was. He didn't seem very superior. Many people in this school, even muggleborns, were probably more superior to him. Of course she would keep quiet about that comment knowing it would obviously get him more angry than before.
When he mentioned his attempt to get a quieter room she had to give an unamused laugh. He couldn't be serious. "You call that a calm attempt? You made one of the girls cry. How is that calm?" she asked as he was making no sense to her. Then again most strong pureblood reasoning made no sense to her. There was no fairness in it. If he wanted the room more workable he could've asked them politely. Or maybe let Alice, the prefect, deal with the situation. The younger ones usually feared the prefect. They cared so much about getting in trouble at that age. The school would be so much easier to deal with if everyone were the younger ones. Maybe she might not get as much troublemakers who didn't care about detention so they kept causing trouble.
What he said next really annoyed her. She was starting to get a headache of her own. Not from studying Ancient Runes like she was supposed to be. But from him and his beliefs. His head had obviously been tampered with from the laws of blood purity. The laws Alice broke a thousand times to make her be considered a blood traitor. She couldn't find it within herself to insult the Slytherin house because she actually did have friends in it and it would feel wrong to do that. "You're not the only one with a headache. You know you aren't the most tolerated person." she said annoyance clear in her tone. Even more than anger. He happened to be annoying her very much. But she didn't want to be the one to walk away. She was way too stubborn to be the one to just walk away. The one who walked away would lose this battle they were having.
She glared as he smirked down at her. She hated when people did that. She felt as if her height dictated her strength and intimidation factor. Being short never helped with intimidating. It annoyed her when people made the height difference obvious in a rude way like he just did. She knew she would probably get one or two inches taller but that's it. There was a chance that she was done growing. Now if that was true it would be dreadful. She felt as if her shortness made her be overlooked. Well unless it were bullies looking for her. Her size made her the perfect target, until they realized how much spirit the girl possessed.
Hearing his statement with his thoughts in question forms made it obvious who he was. Even though there were possibilities. "Well, from how you've been acting I would guess one of those pureblood families who have this weird belief that they are better than everyone else. Maybe a Black, or a Lestrange. Maybe a Malfoy." she stated trying to recall other purebloods but those were the main ones that mostly ruled Slytherin house. She wouldn't be surprised if he was some transfer student cousin of any of those. All these transfer students were related in some way to someone from Hogwarts. Except the muggleborns... she found that sort of odd.
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Post by draco abraxas malfoy on Jul 25, 2011 8:46:00 GMT -5
It was odd, really, how Draco reacted towards certain things. Statements like the girl was saying (for they were not accusations, he would admit that - he had made a girl cry and enjoyed it while it had happened, he wouldn't say he hadn't seeing as he had never actually harmed her), did not seem to provoke any anger within him. But if someone else had said them...if Potter had, for example, the Potter who Draco loathed with every fibre of his being for getting away with absolutely everything; then Draco would have reacted in a far more undignified manner. Probably with flushed cheeks and spitting words, fumbling for his wand just to be humiliated again.
As it was, for a girl like this who he both had no idea who she was and did not care in the slightest, beyond using the colours adorning her tie to taunt her, all he did in reaction was snort, tossing his head in an admittedly poncey, but rather refined way.
"Pathetic children. If they cried at that, what hope do they have in the real world? Living in a fairtale, nothing more. And you call me pathetic? I don't cry because some big mean boy comes and tells me to shut up," Not that anyone had ever done that, beyond the Gryffindorks. He had held far too much power in Slytherin house to even remotely consider that happening. "And I'll thank you, it was calm. If it wasn't, they would not have been able to walk away." Dark curses and spells, jinxes and hexes were still dancing on the tip of his tongue, after all.
What would have happened, really, if he had done such a thing? Detention? Expulsion? True, Draco did not wish to leave his education...but that might at least gain some attention from Professor Cadmus, might it not? His wand hand twitched for the length of wood at the mere thought.
"I do not have to be, nor want to be. Not to those who don't deserve it," he repeated in an almost sing song voice, managing to drag his thoughts away from the realm of the dark magic he could introduce to this little lecture (though, perhaps, it would not be such a good thing. Draco was a coward, after all). "Are you really such an idiot you make me repeat myself over such simple words? Honestly. Standards are so far down, here. I can't stand it." It was bad enough not being in control of the Slytherin power house. To have to answer to a Gryffindor prefect...he would not until the very last moment.
The glare did nothing to him either, just like the words. If anything, he looked bored...until she listed the families. And then part of him wanted to smile. Perhaps not even to smile, but to laugh hysterically...Black, Lestrange, or Malfoy. He was related to all three.
Not immediatly by blood, in the case of the Lestranges, but he was the long awaited child of the union between the Black's and the Malfoy's. The nephew of the Lestranges, and even a distant relation to the Crabbes and the Parkinsons. The only family he wasn't aware that he was related to was in fact the Zabini's...something which had amused him quite a bit when he had first encountered Blaise. But how to answer that...well. Simply by his name. He could not laugh, because none of his family history had even happened yet.
"Third time lucky," he said with a sarcastic little smile, "Well done. Malfoy. Draco Malfoy. Is that enough to satisfy your morbid little spat of curiousity?"
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Post by alice on Jul 25, 2011 9:33:43 GMT -5
She just couldn't believe someone could be so cruel. Then again she did believe it. As much as she hated to admit it, he kind of had a point. Only the part of it about them in the real world. Everything else was completely horrible and wrong by far. But they were still young. The real world was a long time away. They had time to mature and realize it was no big deal. To realize that what he said didn't matter at all. That his opinion and words weren't important, no matter how much he thought it was. Within time those kids will learn how to stand up for themselves, or ignore harsh words from people like him. But until then they had to take the steps and learn from their mistakes and experiences. Being brave and holding back fear didn't come naturally. You had to get there through life.
"It's not like they know better. I mean really, They are still young and learning about the world. They don't understand what a cruel place it is at their age. But that doesn't give you the right to teach them that it is by being rude!" she said trying to keep her temper in control. Her temper that he was easily pushing to its limit. She couldn't hold back an eye roll at his next statement about hexing them. So now he hexed little children for giggling. He really was pathetic. Hexing people that were obviously not as advanced as him because of their age. Alice could already tell he probably had power issues and always wanted to seem superior like every other slytherin like him in this dreaded world. It was like none of them were good anymore, except for the acception of a few good souls.
She rolled her eyes at the mention of people not deserving it. Just because of their magical background. Something that they couldn't even control. They were treated with this disrespect from purebloods like him. "Standards are down here?" she asked skeptically as she raised and eyebrows and shook her head. "I would love to go see what your school is like." she said sarcastically. If Standards were down at Hogwarts then his school must be horrible. or maybe he hadn't met any of the Slytherins. Like the Black Sisters, or Regulus Black, or the Lestrange brothers. Or anyone else in that house besides the few decent ones like Emmelia. How did Em even handle being in that house? It must be pure torture for her. Alice honestly pitied the girl.
Malfoy, Draco Malfoy. She wasn't all that surpised that he was a Malfoy. From how much they conversed she had to say he was exactly like Lucius. Another transfer student that was related to a student at Hogwarts. It was very suspicious. How come everyone had these random cousins that they never even met come attend Hogwarts? It seemed to be only the guys, none of the girls had any. There was definately something very weird going on. Alice needed to find out what was going on with these transfer students. Some were nice and she liked them but there was something suspicious about them. And knowing her curiousity and determination, she wouldn't give up till she found out.
She shrugged at his question. It wasn't enough to satisfy her curiousity. Not until she found out more about these transfers. "My curiousity won't be satisfied until I find out what's going on with all these transfer students." she said simply. Maybe she could use this to her advantage. "And if you offer me any information I find useful then I will leave you alone and never speak a word to you ever again. Well, not like I would have any desire to." she said attempting to use manipulation. Because honestly, the thought of conversing with him again made her want to be sick. She would rather never talk to him for as long as she lives.
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Post by draco abraxas malfoy on Jul 25, 2011 15:21:57 GMT -5
"They are still young and learning about the world," Draco could not resist immitating in a cruel impression of her, before rolling his eyes, "Oh, please. Stay like that and they'll be dead. Not that I care, because I don't." It felt rather important to testify that. To make sure that she knew he did not care. What she had said had been little more than bullshit anyway, despite how he longed it not to be. On occasion, he still felt like a child. A child who longed for nothing more than running to his mother and curling up in her arms; who was settling now for a substitue of the younger version.
She dared to tell him, that? Children were thrown out of childhood far too suddenly, everyday. Even in this time. If anything, Draco Malfoy was doing them all a favour by trying to make the weedy little ones tougher. Not that he had considered that. As much as he adored attention, attention from whiny, giggly little kids was not the kind he wanted or could abide by. Or, in fact, stand. Getting rid of that had been his first target. Frankly, he was just happy he had managed it. Now it was the simple matter of getting rid of her.
His school...well, his school was this school (which was on the list of Things You Must Not Say), and in truth, not much was different. The uniforms were awful here, and without any funding he could not get them tailored (he dreaded to think of what might happen if he was forced to stay in this era over the summer...he might have to get a job. At least he had been invited back to the manor for the Yuletide season), and some of the resources in the library were in better quality...but the thing was, the Power Circle in Slytherin had stayed the same. That was the problem - a Malfoy was in control. It just wasn't him.
Which was something he did not think he would ever be able to get used to.
"Well, tough," he said with a refined little snort, "You're irritating and annoying and pissing me off. Even if it was possible, you would not get an invitation. Rest assured that it's better than here hands down." The school part, at least. The part with the Dark Lord...he was happy he was avoiding that.
She didn't look suprised at his name, but that was to be expected. He hadn't stuck by the fake surname idea, for the simple reason that he was an obvious Malfoy. He knew that he could be a younger brother, maybe even a twin, of Lucius Malfoy (although his slightly build had been inherited from his mother), and being placed in Slytherin, with the same mannerisms and beliefs...well, of course he would be a Malfoy. Most people assumed that before he even said anything and...
Oh. Another of those. He snorted once more, returning to his seat and his essay without sparing a glance at her. Pretty or not, she was not worth the effort of looking at, but...No. He really needed to find a guy. "I have no interest in talking to you at all, let alone offering you information at a price well below resale value. A Gryffindor is never exactly cunning in the quest for information, is she? Obviously."
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Post by alice on Jul 25, 2011 16:11:12 GMT -5
She rolled her eyes at his immaturity at mocking her. Well, isn't he delightful. she thought to herself sarcastically. Even though she easily realized that much earlier. She managed to hold back an eye roll or a glare at his comment. Even though he didn't know them at all and found them annoying didn't mean he had a right to wish death upon them and say that he wouldn't even care. But why would she expect any different reaction from someone like him? He didn't care about anyone, as long as he was content with life, nothing else mattered. He didn't care if anyone got hurt on his expense. It was hard of her to even imagine someone like him having friends. Even though he probably did in some seriously sick and twisted way!
"Of course, why should you care? They are just people with families and friends who care about them." she said trying to show him how stupid and rude he sounded. Even though she was sure that he was aware of how rude he sounded. She knew he wouldn't give much of a care for them. If they were anything less than pure they were obviously nothing to him. She wondered if his views would be different for the purebloods. Probably not though, he didn't seem like someone who cared for anyone. She wondered if he even cared for his family. Well that was harsh and Alice knew it. No matter how mean someone seemed they always had some sort of soft spot for family. Unless they had a really messed up one, like Sirius.
She rolled her eyes as he insulted her, she honestly didn't care what he thought. His opinion meant nothing to her. He wasn't important enough for her to even give a second thought to whether she was annoying or not. He only found her annoying and irritating because of how she stood up for the younger students and did the right thing. Because of how she tried to put him in his place. Because of how she was a Gryffindor and a blood traitor, two things Draco Malfoy obviously hated, like most Malfoys. Just the last name declared the hatred she would have for him, no matter how hard she would try to act civil, it just didn't happen.
"I feel so bad for the student I already met that had to deal with you for the past few years." she said. She felt bad for Ginny Weasley and Harry Potter. Those were the only two exchange students she had really gotten to meet so far. She had met Ginny recently and really liked the girl. Then Harry, who was James Potter's cousin, even though no one would ever guess. He acted mostly different than James. but how alike they looked, seconds cousins did seem too far fetched. And how similar Draco Malfoy looked to Lucius, well it was hard to believe they would be anything less that brothers. It was suspicious, and she had a feeling there was something off about the little school of theirs.
She glared after him as he sat back down. Not like he would notice, after all he lost complete interest in her. She crossed her arms and took a minute to think of what to do. She couldn't just give up so easily. She had to find out something about this school of his. Even though she wasn't the most cunning she was determined and stubborn. She quickly went to where she was sitting and gathered her stuff as she walked over to his table and put her stuff across from him as she took a seat. It seemed as if she would have a challenge ahead of her, but she would not give up until she found out what she wanted to know. Operation 'Force-it-out-of-him' was in session officially.
"I may not be cunning but I am probably the most stubborn person you'll ever meet. When I want to find out something I don't give up till I find out." she said stubbornly as she opened her Ancient Runes book showing no sign of leaving. "Why don't you tell me how I can make a better offer?" she asked wanting to know what she had to do to find out what she wanted to know. She would see what he wanted and if it wasn't anything too ridiculous or annoying then she would do it. Of course if they made a deal he would have to keep his part first, because she would be stupid to trust him.
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Post by draco abraxas malfoy on Jul 26, 2011 13:09:11 GMT -5
Draco did not care about other people. That was a well known fact; he projected it out to as many as he couldwith fairly little effort. Only some were actually considered close enough for him to do a vague representation of caring for them. His closest friends back home, perhaps, and even then he did not trust them completely. He would not risk his life for Blaise or for Pansy, and especially not for Vincent or Gregg. So the friends part of her statement meant little to him. The family part, though...Draco's loyalty to his mother and father was greater than the loyalty to himself. He would risk himself for them, do anything for them. If he could. Which here, he couldn't...but he understood the caring bit, towards family. How could a Malfoy not? Family was blood and blood was everything.
No doubt she was talking about something completely differnet. "I did not even hint of the fact that I would do anything permanently damaging to the ignorant little prats now, did I? You should really stop that accusing, suspicious nature. It's most rude, is it not?" Perhaps, to her, he sounded rude. Draco could just sit where he was, dip his quill in the ink once more and start to write again, simply because he did not give a damn. Let her think him to be rude. He knew otherwise. He was better than her, no question.
But, apparantly, she did not care for his words either. That was something he was not so proud of, and it almost made him scowl slightly. People should pay attention to him. They should actually care about his words and respond in more entertaining ways. Like the Weasel brood always did, but Draco was convinced that their hair had burnt away the intelligent parts of their brain. Still, reactions were good. Reactions were the reason why he was changing his tactics now, using seduction rather than outright bullying. Without muscle to back him up, he couldn't do much else. He missed the security of Crabbe and Goyle ever so. And, of course...well, he only did it because he was bored most of the time.
Or irritated. Like now; she was annoying him quite a bit.
"I offer my condolences for those negative feelings, but I really could not care less. It is more than probable that whichever student you have met is just as irritating as you perhaps even one of those people who scrounge in the dirt and simply aren't worthy of magic." Mudbloods. He would have to research more into his theory, actually....but not now. Right now, he had runes to complete. And she was irritating him. (No matter how many times he thought that, the irritation was no less).
And now...His eyes widened as he looked up to see her sitting down at his table. "What in all that is magic are you doing, you irritating little blood traitor?" Draco hissed when he was able to speak again, "Have I not already said, extremely clearly, that I wish for you to leave me be? And I do not wish to pass over a better offer to you. There is no offer coming. No move away or I will hex you so hard you won't be able to sit down any longer." If this was her attempt to get more information out of him (not that he'd given out any in the first place, of course, because Draco Malfoy was no fool who wished to be compressed in the collapsing of timelines), then it was just sad. Sad and... "Pathetic."
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