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Post by draco abraxas malfoy on Jun 16, 2011 14:59:40 GMT -5
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Uncivilised brutes.
He was missing the auras of Vincent and Greg more than he would actually ever admit (out loud, not in the privacy of his own protected mind). Their bulk to the sides of him had offered more protection than the ones he sneered over could ever hope for, and now they were gone...well, Draco wasn't foolish. Wandering around in a castle of enemies alone was foolish, and so he was working his way into the main groups in this time already. Of course. Soon he'd be back where he truely belonged, running the ranks of Slytherin (unless he discovered that his father was doing that already, which might prove difficult), and making the younger version of his mother smile as he took delight in tormenting others.
His mother.
No matter how much he tried, he couldn't stop worrying about her, his mother. His real mother, not the younger version here. Timelines were delicate things, and he hadn't figured out a way to help her now, if he even wanted to do that. If she was still alive. One could only hope that the 'still alive' part of that never changed, but here, he wouldn't know. And that was, frankly, rather terrifying to even consider. Other people from his time probably felt the same...but the truth on that matter was that Draco hadn't actually spoken to anyone else, any other of the transfer students. He almost went out of his way to avoid them, actually, which was easy considering how stupid they ones he had passed by chance were. He wanted to get his bearings before anything could happen which could stop him.
And so he came here while the sun was hidden behind the clouds and the wind blew almost cruely around the castle. On the outskirts of the daunting darkness that was the Forbidden Forest. He'd almost shuddered when he'd come up with the idea in the first place, a mental image of a hooded figure rising from the flank of a dead unicorn, silver blood running in rivulets down it...that image, making his insides lurch and his mind curl up in horror. Yes, he was a coward. But that was after all, the reason he had chosen here. Hiding away in one of the last places anyone would ever think to look for him.
He was working though, which was what free periods were for (and that fact that they had those in this time didn't escape his notice). Reading up on time travel and the spacial geometry of the subject was intriguing, and interesting, yet oulined with just a hint of frustration. He had been sitting at the base of the tree for most of the morning now, not having moved, wrapped in a word of words and numbers which made sense. None of it was helping his situation, of course, but there was still a pile of books on the groun beside him which he had picked out earlier in the library.
Dare he think it, but it was rather peaceful, despite being so near to the lair of monsters and being mostly afraid to even look at the trees behind him. Terrified of looking into the darkness, indeed, but it was quiet. Knowing this place though, that peace, to his digust, would not last.
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Post by ash on Jun 16, 2011 18:14:28 GMT -5
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[/div] bound to get caught, Luna found herself, in a unbelievable situation. A time that she was never born in, and in a conflict that had no possible sense in it...
But then again, when did anything have to make sense to her?
Soft dew and grass, tickled her feet as the damp environment spread soothingly and soundly circling her hair, and all the way down to her toes. Luna had overtly enjoyed her couple days of her ' vacation ' in the 1970's, really she did. The status of the predicament she was in, overall didn't have much of an explanation for her but yet, she hadn't much of a concern about it. Yes, it was depressing not hearing from her lovely older Daddy.
Hearing his voice, missing his touch, and simply just yearning for his presence to come out, greet and kiss her with the usual affection he did. And now that she thought about she had been worried more now then she had ever been in her whole life, because she knew how her father would act realizing that his only daughter had suddenly dissappeared. Imagining the thought of her Father mourning again over another loss, was a difficult thought to think about, and a more uneasy one for Luna if ever not to see him again. And thus, the happy situation she had tried her best to think about, could quickly turn back into a gloomy dejection that was hard to forget. Yet, at the same time she would not hesitate to fret, a unequal force within her made her want to bounce around and squeal of nothing but pure joy.
Her Mother.
Yes. As much as she could worry, and bemoan about, there was a sparkle of light that shined her darkness of distress. Mrs. Lovegood. Even though the face of hers looked younger then Luna had remembered, she had finally seen the angelic smile she had lost six years ago. And to that, was happieness that she was bound to never let go of. Although Luna knew, that being placed in the 70's some things weren't go to end up the best, but she also knew that there were always two sides you can choose to react with; As to one, would to be mourn about anything and stress about everything or the other, to embrace what has been given to you and be happy about the good parts of the problem, in which you may never experience ever again; And Luna being Luna, she had no hesitation into choosing option B. Because having something gone from you for so long, you never could realize how empty you felt without it. So Luna, in a sense, felt so depressed but at the same time more content then she ever was in all her life.
"Shh, Shh....Don't worry I won't hurt you." She spoke gently, petting by a close Threstal standing warmly with the creature's flinching touch. "See? We're friends." Grinning a bit faintly, she stared. They hadn't much changed in Luna's opinion really, if not looked younger (but perhaps maybe only in Luna's imagination). The Ravenclaw dearly missed her old friendly Threstrals though, Frederick, Sinclair, Dunstan, Blair... Thinking lightly, surely they would either be not born yet or very little right now. But recalling to remember a good talk in class with her good friendly professor Hagrid, there was at least one who still proudly stands in the 70's as of course also in the 90's at the same time as well. If only she could remember it's name, she would go look for it and introduce herself.
"Draco," Luna finally said apathetically, acknowledging the other's existence that was a few feet away from her. Letting go of the being's scaly texture her dreamy eyes now waved around creepily over towards the older blonde headed boy's, slightly cocking her neck. "I'm surprised your here. Visiting the threstrals, too?"
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Post by draco abraxas malfoy on Jun 17, 2011 9:25:45 GMT -5
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And seeing as the first sound he had heard had been hours ago, close to when he had first braved the serenity of just being able to sit here and study without encountering anyone unpleasent or possibly damaging to his reputation (because creatures in the forest wouldn't damage that, and nothing was more important to a Slytherin...after family, at least), he had been ignoring the sounds for so long that they had faded into just a gentle hum of background noise. A tune to read along to, comforting in a somewhat twisted way. But what wasn't twisted about this entire situation?
The voice which suddenly broken through amongst the other noises grabbed his attention though, and made him pause once more, tensing, but with hands gripping the sides of his book the only outward sight of that. Had that voice, or more to the point, the owner of the voice, been there for long? Thinking back over it was pretty impossible; before he'd noticed it, he hadn't been paying any attention after all. But that was a rather unsettling thought, because anyone could be there though.
It stopped being unsettling though, when the person who the voice belonged to came into sight. No, then it just became highly irritating.
A blonde figure, slightly darker in hair colour compared to himself, and female (which was, technically, the first major difference that would have been noted), with wide eyes and a perpetually suprised look... Draco felt like groaning. "What the hell are you doing here?" he drawled instead, opting for a raised eyebrow, putting-her-down look. Scum which he would not talk to under any other circumstances (and not really under these ones), but which he would much rather peel off the bottom of his designed shoes, but scum who wouldn't fight back. Surely he could take on a little girl with his wit alone without anything resorting to wand work. "Hasn't anyone ever told you it's impolite to act like a freak of nature around those of us with actual high class breeding in our genetics?"
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Post by ash on Jun 17, 2011 10:12:14 GMT -5
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[/div] bound to get caught, Staring briefly at the boy, with the most un-altered eyes as he spoke, Luna only continued to pour her own into the other's irritated expression that she apparently, did not catch. Draco Malfoy. Not much of a friendly person, wasn't he? Hearing so much about him in her house and mostly from her close friend Ginny, she was always told that the blonde sitting across from her so smoothly, had never been up to any good. An idiot, cruel-hearted, pureblood fanatic, nothing she had heard or seen him do wasn't really anything nice; but yet again, though some of the rumors or opinions could be true about the Slytherin, Luna wasn't going to judge anyone first; and always thought that to whomever would spread such profanity into just only a sixth year boy, she found rather rude and cold-hearted personally. Your only bad as the other person, if you start such hatred like that in her opinion.
"Oh, just visiting some friends.... Studying at a place like this is quite silly, isn't it Draco? I don't blame you though, this is a rather lovely place to be." She only grinned more widely, and childishly as the last words of her lips came to a stop. Luna had never been the type to show any expression of irritation, nor did she ever raise her voice. It was.... rather a nice thing to get to talk to anyone without having your things stolen, or taken from you. And she was appreciative either way, to whom she was talking to whether Slytherin or Professor to take their time to do it. As she persisted her gentle and both easing uncomfortable gleam, from the opposite of her was practically the contrast of how she was feeling.
His gray, and cold eyes had been furrowing now ever since the Ravenclaw had got here, and with his expression, if she had to be honest, it wasn't that comforting. Observing the other, while his eyes lived and scurried around, her own merely stayed in one place, with no signs of blinking. As she thought, in her endless mind she wondered whether she brought a Nargle along with her that caught him out of surprise, or if Wrackspurts got in his ear making him in the dumbfounded condition he was in now. Oh, that'd be terrible thought, really it was. But she could always use the methods her Daddy would use whenever she needed help getting them out...
"No," The girl responded as if she had been asked a casual question. Petting the creature once again [ if not the air in Draco's eyes ] she nodded surely at the other before walking closer now to get a better look at the snake. Light Blonde hair, with a dark taste of look attired to him. Realizing now, the time she got here before acknowledging him he'd been in sort of a ' uneasy ' sort of mood which brought the Lovegood into many curious questions instinctively, wanting to be answered. "I don't think I have. Draco, you look a bit agitated are you quite alright? Your face looks a bit funny, too." Luna giggled softly. If not he could speak, he could of been mistaken for a Nargle in boy's clothing.
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Post by draco abraxas malfoy on Jun 17, 2011 14:18:07 GMT -5
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He had to collect himself. Allowing himself, a Malfoy, one of pure blood and beautiful stock, to remain sitting in a dumbfounded posture with his eyes flickering around, looking scared in front of a girl who did not deserve to be in the house of Ravenclaw, or even deserve to be taught magic at all. The disrespect that could bring was unthinkable, and he could just imagine the scolding his father would give... But no. He stopped that thought as soon as it had started, unwilling to let himself even voice those words in his head. His father wasn't here, and if he couldn't figure this out, he would never be here. Time was a fickle thing.
"Visiting 'friends' only counts as a reason when the 'friends' are real and not figments of your disturbed imagination," he sniffed, turning a page delicately in the book without sparing another of his glances in her direction. He managed not to tense either, when the words calling him silly passed her lips. "You're daring to call me silly? You?" He laughed, a cold, cruel sound. No one was as silly as this little filthy piece of worthless scum.
His face looked funny? Well, he was pretty sure it definately did now, with his eyes widenening slightly in shock and his mouth opening in more than a little suprise. "Funny? You called my face funny, you disgusting little wrench? You're one to talk, how dare you?" He couldn't get angry though, of course not. No...screw that, he could get as angry as he wanted! No one called him funny, he was Draco Malfoy! The heir to the Malfoy fortune, the upper level of aristocratic society. Pure blood and beautiful. He was not going to allow himself to be ridiculed by a looney little child like this.
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Post by ash on Jun 17, 2011 21:37:03 GMT -5
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[/div] bound to get caught, "Oh, there here alright. I'm sure of it. I don't think your capable of seeing them though, Draco..Not alot of people are...." Luna observed her surroundings again, calmly. Hm, well, it was true. Seeing death is obviously a common rare when it came students about his and her age. And it came to no surprise when the other spoke of it as only her ' imagination '. Quietly boring more of her eyes onto the male as he persisted in reading his books she watched silently, as if observing the most inspiring trick she had ever seen in her whole life.
The older figure in front of her, really had caught her fascination. Yes, yes, she had to admit what others had told her about him was true, he was truthfully rude, she really did not much appreciate her ' friends ' being called simple figments; but Luna had already knew she could not assist him with that, even if she wanted to try. You cannot make someone live, after watching another person die. She distinguished that by heart, knowing how she diverged so dearly with her experience.
"Oh, yes but it isn't bad Draco we're all silly sometimes, you know..." She laughed subtly, right after his own still with her infamous grin spread upon her lips as the dreamy eyes of hers, joined them when it grew wider. "What a weird laugh you have. Has anyone ever told you, you sound like pinglish ponfree?" Having no sense of even thoroughly analyzing his own actions, Luna now went cozy again back into her happy place, that lied in her sanity. Each sentence, and each reply that she would get from the other she found more and more of herself thinking that Draco Malfoy was not much of bully like most people said he was, but more of really just a very, very strange boy. He acts strong-willed, yet he's in daunt...He laughs so grimly, yet Luna had never recalled making a joke. And now he was acting fierce, even though Luna was only trying to act concerned....
"You repeat things, awfully alot Draco. Are you sure you hear well? I suppose there really is wrackspurts in your ear...." Talking more to herself, then really to the Slytherin, as his face begin to be more red with anger (that yet again, Luna decided to cast a blind eye too) she breathed more soothingly, unaffected. "Don't be so mean, I was only worried about you. I'm sorry if I offended you Draco," The Lovegood softly said warmly, easing herself before kindly kneeling herself down peering her eyes into the frustrated sixteen year old's. She had really no idea what was getting the other all worked up about, honestly. Was something else in his head, that Luna didn't know about? "...But you do look bad, maybe even worse now." Looking over at his books, then back to him. "It's okay if your mad or frightened. I don't like it either that I can't find my Daddy, too....Well, my older one that is. But that doesn't mean I have to worry excessively. Although it is natural...."
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Post by draco abraxas malfoy on Jun 18, 2011 14:44:32 GMT -5
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Not that he wanted to think about that, because the sounds of the flesh being ripped seemed to creep from his memory as he did that, and increase his amount of fear of being in this place.
He snorted. He was not silly. He was aloof and above any of the creatures who be called silly. Of course, sometimes he made a fool of himself, but that usually involved one filthy Potter character, the smug assed boy who would never sodding die. And thinking that just managed to remind him that Looney Luna was actually something like a friend to Potter. Or so she believed, but she was crazy. And...
What?
He narrowed his eyes, shooting a glare, icy cold, towards her without thinking about the fact that she might not care. "What is a pinglish ponfree?" he inquired in a slow, almost decievingly clam voice (a calm voice which did not match with the anger in his eyes) "Are you insulting me?" How dare she!
And she didn't stop. Wrackspurts? Insulting his hearing? It was the amount of iron in his blood which was the only problem with him, thank you very much, not any of his senses! (But, of course, he was never going to say that out loud, because that was a weakness and Malfoy's never divulged their weaknesses or even acknowledged them in their own mind). The anger was building, and yet his normally cutting tongue seemed to have broken. How could you insult a crackpot?
As she leant closer, he moved his head backwards fast enough for the back of his skull to hit the wooden trunk of the tree he had been, so far, resting peacefully beneath. A hollow sounding thunk echoed from that, but that wasn't right...his head wasn't hollow! More insults might come at him because of that, and he wasn't sure how to respond. Which meant that, of course, his fingers were twitching to go for his wand and hex the girl straight between the eyes.
"Close your mouth," he murmered, trying to ream in back some of that anger. He would not appear like a fool in front of a crackpot, "And don't even breathe another word, or I will hex it closed for you, you utter, utter crackpot!" Though he hated to even think it, but some of the girls words did make sense. It...made him realise, dimly, that he wasn't the only one in this situation.
Her father must also be here, but not be here, be in his younger form. Draco hadn't considered his father much. His father had been condemned to Azkaban and in doing so had sentanced him and his mother for punishment for his failures. He shivered at the memory.
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Post by ash on Jun 20, 2011 0:50:20 GMT -5
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[/div] bound to get caught, Taking a ' break ' as the younger girl looked away from the other staring into the air, her voice lowered coldly, "No one does," She replied sharply seemingly enough running her eyes back to the inattentive face, her dreamy voice starting again. "But they really are quite the company." Yes, they were always the funniest and sweetest things she that she ever met. To be surprised if told to someone else, her first years had been much of the uncomfortable ones, with her still in the inside mourning, and we all know how kids act towards other kids nowadays. But those creatures she had met, never gave her a shock when the Ravenclaw had first seen them. Their scaly features, long stretched legs, and dark fearful, yet beautiful faces. No, she was never scared of them but more comforted when she saw who they were. Because in a way, they kind of sort of resembled her; Misunderstood. And with that, she then again, thought curiously towards herself about how much she enjoyed them, but forced her to go back in the real world to reply.... "If they wouldn't mind, I could show you later that they are if you'd like. That there here, of course."
Smiling back calmly at his priggish attitude, Luna shortly laughed. The Slytherin was a character. Really, he was. As much as she wanted to also mention that he also sounded like something else once he snorted, she refrained only grinning brightly once asked the rare question she never gets by anyone, the ' What is a--? ' Before thinking thoughtfully how to explain it. "There white furry creatures, with long tails. It's hard to find them though, they live underground...Daddy says they come out at night though and help you sleep." She only grinned wider before looking away, then coming back with more of a serious, yet playful expression. "Of course not. They are lovely creatures. You should teach me how to do their call like that, sometime. I never really get it right...." Luna began to pry in her thoughts, imagining the beings in which she had mentioned, nicely. She never really got the ' low ' part of the call, correctly. Her Father always said she sounded too sweet....
Watching the other abruptly push his head back as she took a seat, the Lovegood swiftly took the wand from her ear before without much thought pointing out at the bark of the tree behind the boy's head quietly saying, "Spongify." Observing her work, as now the hopefully hard texture of the wood was ineffective onto the boy. Luna wasn't much of a spellcaster when it came to these things, really she wasn't, but backing up onto the tree looked awfully painful. "I didn't mean to frighten you. I was only tired of standing up." She spoke softly, eyes now on - surprisingly - full attention at the, cushioned other.
Not having nor a flinch, or even blink once the Slytherin had begun his usual boorish speeches Luna only silently listened. "That's not a nice thing to say to someone." Luna said, looking down onto the ground then right back at his face. Being insulted, or threatened had always been apart of the girl's average day. The fifth year didn't know why, and even sometimes who, but still she'd never grow angry back or show any disrespect. It was obvious threatening back, didn't help people. "I just wanted to help you, Draco." She quietly said looking away, as a slight uneased aurora came into place. "I know it's hard, when you feel lonely..." Then, a silence broke leaving Luna looking back at the apparent interesting, nothingness.
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Post by draco abraxas malfoy on Jun 23, 2011 14:08:11 GMT -5
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As he wasn't, he didn't, just opened the flap of his back in one hand to slide the heavy tome back into place.
"I would not like," he said with a roll of his icy grey eyes, shaking his head in disbelief at the girls idea that perhaps he would want to see the ponglish pimfree, or whatever the hell she had been babbling about. "What I would like is to be left alone, in peace, and without any airhead babbling away in my ear and taking up my oxygen. Is that too much to ask for?"
He was about to stand up, decided to no longer pay attention to the girl and perhaps go and find somewhere else to sit and research in peace (was that so hard to find in this place? The haunts that had been his Before now weren't, and it had been quite a shock to the regal blondes system to learn about that. He wasn't the King here, after all...Not yet). But then he froze. White furry creatures with long tails. Was she taking the, excuse his french, piss? White and furry with a long tail...the mental image of a ferret prancing in his mind made a shudder traipse the length of his body.
That so called punishment had hurt and the humilation had been unbearable. She was bringing that up, or some reference to that? For once Draco wished that the crazy was not so crazy, so he could curse all of the sane depths of her mind out of her in revenge. But he couldn't, because she was already lacking in that department.
He was so busy dwelling on that, that again, the standing up motion had been forgotten in favour of jumping with suprise as the wand suddenly in her hand and the spell. Spongify? A moment's pause passed and then he reached up with one hand to feel the trunk of the tree behind his head, he raised an eyebrow at the results, drawling in a very un-thankful tone. "So, not only completely looney but you're also slow as well? Dear Merlin. And you didn't frighten me." He spat the last bit. Irritated and wound him up, yes. Scared him? No!
"Not nice? Tough. I'm nice to only those worthy, not crackpots infringing the good name of pure bloods." He paused slightly, before continuing, "If you even are one, which I highly doubt. And did I ask for your help? Did those words pass through my delectable lips? No, I don't think so. Shut up and go kiss your omen of death for luck, why don't you."
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