Mockery RPG

Who: Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini
When: sometime in the afternoon Feb 15th, 1999
Where: Blaise's place
Rating: PG
Status: Incomplete

Draco had sent an owl off to Blaise, telling him to expect him sometime in the afternoon. It wasn't much of a surprise that it was Blaise who Draco had decided to see next, now that he was free. He was still in a bit of surprise that he'd managed to pull the wool over Blaise's eyes for so long while they were still at school. Or, had he? Draco wasn't quite sure. Blaise always saw more than he ever let on, and it would be foolish of him to assume that he'd been hoodwinked. Maybe Blaise had only chosen to turn a blind eye for his own reasons.

All of these things mulled in Draco's mind as he apparated to the spacious Zabini residence, and knocked on the door, waiting to be admitted.

Tags: blaise, draco

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Open to All Slytherins!!!	Jan. 10th, 2008 @ 12:02 pm

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Who: Draco and any Slytherins in the Common Room
When: 10 Jan 1998
Where: Slytherin
Rating: PG
Status: Incomplete

Draco hated this feeling. Everything around him was completely and utterly out of control, even as it seemed like some things in his own psyche were coming to some sort of clarity.

In order for Ginevra's plans to work...he was going to start being the Draco he had been up until a few months ago. That Draco would have informed those who needed to know what was happening, and they would go do it. Of course, with Crabbe and Goyle ignoring him still, most of his 'muscle' in enforcing such things was gone. But, 'cunning' didn't require muscle.

He was stilling in the common room...idly, but not at all. He was talking to a younger Slytherin, starting there with his 'reminders' of how badly Slytherin was squandering its best opportunity in the history of Hogwarts to command the school. He knew that his fellow seventh years would bite on that bait. To a one, they were all disgustingly fascinated with the politics of power, how to get it and how to keep it.

"It's disgusting," he was saying, "how that these damned Hufflepuffs think that they can talk to anyone however they like. Mudblood-harbouring bastards."