WHO: Draco Malfoy and Rose WHAT: Chatting, Plotting WHEN: Saturday evening WHERE: Pizza Place WARNINGS: TBD, Likely none STATUS: Closed/Ongoing
It had been a week since the fair last weekend. The feeling of frustration at his lack of progress with Sydney had faded to background noise - no longer pressing against him. It niggled at him that he didn't seem to be getting anywhere. Was he that uninteresting to her? Should he walk away and let her be? It didn't seem that it would help her to let her fade away - to retain her tight boundaries and lack of willingness to explore. And damn, but he could feel her magic and the thought that she would just walk away from that knowledge - it annoyed him on a fundamental level.
What he did need, if he was going to continue with this, was a new plan of attack. Salazaar, any plan would be worth it.
Of course, what he needed right at this moment was food. There wasn't anything worth ingesting in his flat and Draco didn't exactly cook. Why would he? Deciding on pizza, he shoved open the door to the place and headed to the counter. After making an order, he settled down in a chair, waiting for his box of deliciousness. Reaching into his bag, Draco pulled out the architecture book he was reading for class, flipping it open, but not really reading. Instead he stared off, wondering what to do about Sydney.