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Post by Draco Malfoy on Aug 30, 2009 18:23:05 GMT -5
Draco stepped into the shop and quickly shut the door behind him. His blue eyes shot towards the window and was satisfied to see his mother looking up and down the street but not having spotted him slipping into the joke store. He had slipped out of Twilfit and Tattings as his mother had paid for his new robes. She had been a bore all day. As much as he loved his mother, he was annoyed that she had refused to let him wander the alley by himself for even a sliver of time. Insistent that he had remained at her side. He smirked and made an audible “hmph” of triumph as she went the opposite direction of his location.
The boy turned away from the window. For an eleven-year old he was a decent height and he slipped easily between the busy customers, mostly other teenage boys. His piercing eyes scanned the shelves of mostly useless but entertaining junk and gadgets, looking for something to amuse him. He put one pale hand into his pocket, feeling the galleons jingling inside. He picked up a pack of Self-Shuffling Playing cards. Sure he had some at home, he could not remember what he had done with his pack and decided they would be a welcome distraction in the future. Afterall, he was a gentleman and enjoyed a good game of cards.
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Post by Astrid Lorelei Black on Aug 31, 2009 14:03:00 GMT -5
"The ones that deal themselves are much better." Astrid offered, tossing Draco a box from a shelf higher up. She was sitting on the stairs that led to the store's second floor, her plaid skirt tucked neatly about her legs and her hands folded in her lap. She looked the perfect picture of innocence, if it wasn't for the mischevious glint in her blue eyes.
"They also can be charmed to play poker." She nodded, pushing a stray piece of her black hair behind her ear. She was waiting for her brothers to come back from wherever it was they had wandered off to, and as usual, they were late. Or they had forgotten about her, which was just as likely.
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Post by Draco Malfoy on Aug 31, 2009 19:24:41 GMT -5
Draco looked up and effortlessly caught the pack of cards. He did not answer thank you but simply looked up expectedly at the girl. As if he needed her to tell him what cards to purchase. Nevertheless, cards that dealt themselves meant less work for him so he accepted her advice. In response, he folded his arms, holding the pack of cards.
“And who are you?”
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Post by Astrid Lorelei Black on Aug 31, 2009 19:30:44 GMT -5
Astrid was happy there wasn't a railing on the stairs, because it saved her the bother of getting to her feet. Instead, she hopped down onto the ground, landing catlike on her feet. "Astrid Black, actually. And judging by your hair, I'd surmise you're a Malfoy, and therefore a... second cousin? Yes, that sounds about right."
Astrid smiled slightly but didn't offer a hand to shake. While she may not be automatically disposed to hating the Malfoys like the rest of her family, she didn't fully trust them, either. Better to keep her hands to herself.
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Post by Draco Malfoy on Sept 23, 2009 12:45:49 GMT -5
Draco watched her hop down. He was a bit skeptical, seeing as he had never met this alleged cousin before. But then again, its not as if he really paid attention at family functions anyways. He went for the food and the affection dote upon him by his aunts and grandmothers. He decided to believe her as he inspected the dark hair and pale skin, traits traditional to the Black Family.
"Yes, Draco Malfoy," he said. She did not extend her hand but he did the polite thing and did so anyway.
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Post by Astrid Lorelei Black on Sept 24, 2009 18:27:12 GMT -5
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Astrid eyed his hand for a moment, and seeing no real threat imposed such as biting spiders or the like, she shaked it gently and let her hand fall back to her side. "Enchante." She said with a slight smile, knowing that with him being a Black, he knew a little bit of French. Both of their families had descended from French stock, after all. "First year too?" She asked, judging by his size. He appeared to be the same age as her, anyway.
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