Who: Draco Malfoy and Gwendolyn Runcorn What: Drinks and Conversation When: Friday Evening Where: The Snake Pit - Knockturn Alley Rating: PG-13 for possible language Status: In Progress
Draco finished up his experiment in the Brain Room of the Department of Mysteries and as he placed the now re-jarred brain on the shelf, he looked up at his Mentor and nodded and then removed the safety gloves setting them on the table. “I think that went well.” Draco drawled slowly and cautiously as he searched the older man’s face for confirmation. “Indeed. We’ll start with the next lot on Monday.” The raspy voice replied as he took a few steps towards the door before stopping and turning around. “Have a good weekend, Mr. Malfoy.” Said the man as he gave a half-smile towards Draco and then turned around again to pass through the threshold of the door. “Thank you, I shall. You as well.” He replied with a smile knowing he’d be having drinks with Gwen shortly. Draco inhaled deeply and let out a sigh of relief as he moved to get his cloak and bag, glancing up at the clock which now read seven o’clock. It was sure to be cold and dark but that’s quite the way Draco preferred things.
The lift rose Draco from the depths of the Ministry and stepped out into the streets, passing through the Leaky Cauldron on his way towards The Snake Pit. Since the world had shifted, there was far more traffic through Knockturn Alley without the previous stigma and Draco carried himself proud and assured as he wound through the dark streets of Knockturn Alley. The club came into view and Draco entered without question and as he stepped inside, he scanned the room for signs of Gwen. Good. He thought as he surmised she’d not yet arrived. Moving towards a booth Draco selected for its’ prime location and natural privacy, he sat down and set his cloak and bag on the seat across from him. Doing so would ensure Gwen would sit next to him and while he wasn’t exactly one to make such a bold move so sudden, Draco was pleased with how the day had gone and was actually feeling a bit frisky. It had been so long since he’d felt this way and it made him glad that he’d arranged for drinks with Gwen rather than Theo. She was pretty and pure and a delightful distraction from the goings-on at the manor; he furrowed his brow for a moment before he shoved those thoughts of the manor aside and glanced around the club.
It was early yet, so the normal weekend crowd hadn’t yet arrived. In his experience, the club wouldn’t reach capacity until well after ten that evening and given the hour was barely half-passed seven, Draco knew there would be time for Gwen to tell him all about her new show. While he wasn’t quite as interested in it as he’d insinuated he was, it was certainly a way to not have to talk about himself while keeping the pleasant company of a very pretty bird.