Draco Malfoy (presumptive) wrote in changedrpg, @ 2011-11-21 19:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | !date: 1997 - november, astoria greengrass, draco malfoy |
Who: Draco Malfoy & Astoria Greengrass
What: Conversation
Where: The Slytherin common room
When: This evening
Warning/Ratings: TBA/Low-ish
Draco flipped violently past a page in his Charms text, missing out on yet another chapter as he skimmed angrily through the tiny writing and moving diagrams. He'd been in a pretty touchy mood for more than a week - there was more than a little unease floating around in his mind attached to the recent news (rumor though it was) about the Ministry. It was hard not to remember the last time his father had got caught up in all of that. It was hard not to be afraid that it would happen again - that, or something worse.
And then, to top it off, they'd delayed the term's first Quidditch match, which he'd been intent on for a while now to take his mind off of ... everything else. He'd been looking forward to hammering Gryffindor, and a few individual Gryffindors in particular. He didn't like having to wait. He didn't like having to keep his team in careful practice for another entire week.
As he leaned in to make a rare note in the margin, supposing that something marked Importante: Take Care for Youre Liffe was something he ought to read later, he made an irritated flourish with his quill that turned out to be a little too irritated. The pen sailed up into the air, flipped over, and landed on whoever had the misfortune to be sitting on the nearest armchair facing the fire. His back was turned; he didn't know who he'd hit, and he didn't really care. He just bent down to dig another quill out of his bag.