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Post by Draco Malfoy on Aug 30, 2009 20:30:47 GMT -5
Draco wandered down the steps from Diagon Alley, poking his head around the corner, watching his mother and father enter Borgin and Burkes. They were attending had to “business” and left him to his own devices for the moment. Boldly, he stepped into Knockturn Alley. Though his parents hadn’t told him to steer clear of the place, they had told him not to disturb them. So he headed the opposite direction of the old antique store.
With his posture perfectly straight, the tall 11 year old strode confidently down the grimy streets which he looked down upon with some distaste. Yet, he could overlook the dirt for the prospect the area offered. Adventure. Mischief. Dark Arts. His kind of crowd. Even if his appearance contrasted sharply with "his crowd." His white blonde hair was neatly slicked back and he wore dark designer jeans (not that he knew the brand, the point being they were expensive and that was all that mattered), a white button up shirt, and a loose tie. Undoubtedly stylish and well-dressed for his age. His face was handsome, already shedding of his childish baby fat, that a more older facade was just starting to peak through while still maintain a juvenile appearance. And his closed mouth smile was so smug, it looked almost as if he ruled the world as he meandered in the filth. His cleanliness and whiteness of both is features and his clothes, jumping out against the dark ashen alleyway.
He looked down at a stand outside one of the shops. The table was covered in golden trinkets as well as a basket of shrunken heads, which he turned his nose up against. But he inspected the ornaments, though he was sure they were not really made of gold but still pleasant enough to look at. He glanced to the side towards the entrance of Diagon Alley. His parents still had not emerged. However, he did get a good peek at someone who definitely looked like they did not belong.
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Post by Hermione Jean Granger on Aug 30, 2009 20:41:00 GMT -5
Hermione looked at the street signs in confusion, biting her lip as she had to admit that she was lost. She had gotten seperated from her parents, and she couldn't seem to find her way back to the right street. She sighed, pushing a stray strand of hair out of her face. She'd have to ask someone who had a better idea of where they were.
Hermione looked around and saw a boy she suspected was around her age, and she barely gave his expensive clothes a glance as she approached him. "Excuse me. I'm afraid I'm lost. Could you tell me how to get back to Flourish and Botts?"
She folded her arms around her chest as a small breeze found it's way into the alley, stirring more of her bushy hair. She was wearing jeans and a blue sweatshirt that was certainly nowhere near as expensive as Draco's.
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Post by Draco Malfoy on Aug 30, 2009 21:05:02 GMT -5
He studied the girl up and down, eyeing her sloppy clothing. She looked about his age and minus the hairball on her head and the clothes, she wasn’t too bad looking. Just kind of gawky. Like most girls going through puberty or whatever. The point being anyone who looked like that, unless they were exceptionally useful, was clearly beneath him. He was agitated that he had been disturbed. Especially for directions to a place clear across the way.
“Well if you’re going back to a place as in reverting to place from whence you came, then obviously the first step is to turn around,” he said mundanely a edge of annoyance creeping in though not outwardly rude. “You are far from where you want to go.”
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Post by Hermione Jean Granger on Aug 30, 2009 21:19:27 GMT -5
Hermione snorted and raised a brow at him. If it was as simple as that, then she wouldn't be lost, now would she? "I'm sorry, you are?" She asked a little abruptly, giving the pale boy a dirty look.
"Look, I got seperated from my family. I assume the first place they will look for me is the bookstore. Therefore, I need to know where to go. Are you going to help me or not?"
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Post by Draco Malfoy on Aug 31, 2009 7:27:56 GMT -5
Draco stared down at her and in turn raised an eyebrow back. “Malfoy,” he said proudly. “Draco Malfoy.” But he did not hold out a handshake or any other sign of normal courtesy. “Who are you?” he said demandingly.
He seriously considered turning around and walking further down the street. It was hardly worth his time to back track to help some stupid girl. But as he looked around, he felt a prick of guilt. It was unlikely anyone else would help her down here. In fact, they would be more likely to eat her. Besides his parents would be looking for him anyway and would be upset if he wandered too far. The enterance to Diagon Alley was near Borgin and Burkes at any rate.
Having rationalized an excuse to accompany her, he pulled down his shirt with an irritated huff. “Fine. Follow me. I’m headed that direction anyway.”
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Post by Hermione Jean Granger on Aug 31, 2009 11:54:05 GMT -5
Hermione resisted the urge to just walk away, not at all impressed with his "holier-than-thou" attitude. What was his problem? She only wanted directions. Giving him a look that said very pointedly she was losing her patience, she stated, "Hermione Granger. Charmed, I'm sure."
She was more than a little surprised when he said he would take her back to Diagon Alley, and she stopped herself from letting out a sigh of relief. As much as she hated to admit it, he had to be the most normal looking person in this crowd right now. "Thank you." She said more politely.
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Post by Draco Malfoy on Aug 31, 2009 19:19:44 GMT -5
Draco answered with a nod then quickly smoothed his ashen hair. “Follow me.” He walked past her at a brisk pace pushing into the crowd, only briefly looking over his shoulder to make sure she could keep up with him. Over than that, his eyes remained straight ahead assuming she was beside him.
“Granger, you said?” he asked in a small talk voice, mildly curious, making it his business to get into her business. It was not a surname he recognized. Either she was from a wizard family of no importance…or…He managed to hold back a sneer of disgust at the other possibility
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Post by Hermione Jean Granger on Aug 31, 2009 19:26:18 GMT -5
Hermione nodded, falling into place behind him. She stayed close enough that it wasn't hard to see that they were together, but not close enough that it seemed stalkerish. Frankly, she found this place a little creepy.
"Yes, Granger." She blinked, wondering what he could possibly be thinking about, and then it hit her. She had overheard some older students talking about the differences between blood races, and that some people looked down on others who weren't "pureblooded" witches and wizards. Well, if that was the case, he'd just have to deal with it. The idea was ridiculous anyway, like the wizarding equivilant of World War II. She hoped that he wouldn't say anything else about it, however, because if she made him mad he might not help her.
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Post by Draco Malfoy on Sept 4, 2009 17:44:40 GMT -5
“I don’t believe I’ve ever heard of your family,” he said. “And I know almost everyone.” His tone, though not unkind, definitely anticipated some kind of explanation from her. He looked down at her expectantly, waiting for a response.
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Post by Hermione Jean Granger on Sept 4, 2009 21:48:48 GMT -5
"Well, you must not know everyone then." Hermione said with a sweet smile. She knew what he was fishing for, it was obvious. However, things were starting to look a little familiar, so if he ditched her here, she was pretty sure she could find her way back to the bookstore.
"My parents aren't wizards. That's probably why you've never heard of my family before." She stared calmly at him, daring him to say something derogatory and prove her ideals of him correct.
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Post by Draco Malfoy on Sept 23, 2009 12:40:41 GMT -5
Draco's stride did not slow or change though his face crinkled up as if some bad odor has entered his nostrils. His lips turned down into a definite frown. His nose turned up in disgust as he looked down at the little thing walking beside him.
"Is everyone in your family mudbloods?" he asked bitterly.
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Post by Hermione Jean Granger on Sept 24, 2009 18:49:34 GMT -5
When you see yourself in a crowded in a room[/font] Do your fingers itch, are you pistol whipped?  Will you step in line or release the glitch?Can you fall asleep with a panic switch?[/size] Hermione raised a brow. Though she didn't know exactly what a mudblood was, she could tell it was derogatory by the way he said it. Her eyes narrowing slightly, she said warningly, "Watch it." It was all the warning she would give him, and she hoped he realized it. While he might look down on her, she had been practicing spells- defense ones, too. She was rather sure she could take him down, since he hadn't had a wand until recently. "And yes, I am a muggleborn."TAG Draco
WORD COUNT 100-ish. Eek.
MUSIC Get Stoned- Hinder
NOTES XP
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