Who: Draco Malfoy and Buffy
Where: The restaurant
What: Lunch
When: Afternoon
Status/Rating: Incomplete/PG probably
The young male with almost white blond hair smirked in self-satisfaction as he sat at the best table in the restaurant. He had a wonderful view of part of the hotel's beautiful gardenscape and the meal tasted very good indeed, to go along with his mood of feeling most fortunate and rightfully superior to everyone around him. Not that Draco would hold it against them, for they couldn't help it if they weren't born a Malfoy, but he knew who he was, what he was and why he should only be proud of his heritage. Those poor others, a lot of them didn't even know their backgrounds.
He sipped tea and watched as others entered or left during the lunch hours, making mental notes of whom he needed to find out as to their identity, when he saw a blonde young lady come along.
Where: The restaurant
What: Lunch
When: Afternoon
Status/Rating: Incomplete/PG probably
The young male with almost white blond hair smirked in self-satisfaction as he sat at the best table in the restaurant. He had a wonderful view of part of the hotel's beautiful gardenscape and the meal tasted very good indeed, to go along with his mood of feeling most fortunate and rightfully superior to everyone around him. Not that Draco would hold it against them, for they couldn't help it if they weren't born a Malfoy, but he knew who he was, what he was and why he should only be proud of his heritage. Those poor others, a lot of them didn't even know their backgrounds.
He sipped tea and watched as others entered or left during the lunch hours, making mental notes of whom he needed to find out as to their identity, when he saw a blonde young lady come along.