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Feb. 15th, 2008 @ 11:58 am
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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.
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Open to All Slytherins!!!
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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."
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Death Eater Summons
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Dec. 28th, 2007 @ 11:26 pm
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who lucius, draco, narcissa, voldemort, severus, bellatrix (and the other de who aren't being played)
when 28 december 1997
where malfoy manor
why because lucius let the order know the de have journals... and someone has to pay
rating r at the least... possibly higher for violence and language
status incomplete
Lord Voldemort had been busy. Unlike others in his organisation it was difficult to distract him when he had a goal - and he certainly had a goal. The Elder Wand was within his grasp; it was so close he could almost taste it. Therefore, it was no surprise to him he'd almost missed Lucius' slip. Almost. Not quite.
He slammed the cover to his journal shut, and apparated directly back to the study in Malfoy Manor... well... Voldemort Manor, now, he supposed. He paced. He brooded. He seethed. And when he was sure his anger had reached a point that his very ire could be felt in his summons... he called, pressing his wand to the mark on Pettigrew's arm. He watched the man writhe in pain, knowing that the others would experience a level of discomfort hitherto unmatched, and he smirked. "Now, fetch Narcissa... I want her to witness this," he growled at Pettigrew... and the rat simpered and disappeared to do his master's bidding.
Now all he had left to do... was wait.
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Christmas Owls
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Dec. 27th, 2007 @ 02:12 am
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Dec. 26th, 2007 @ 09:54 pm
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Who: Bellatrix Lestange and Draco Malfoy - Appearance by Narcissa Malfoy
What: Bellatrix returns to harass the Malfoys
When: The stroke of midnight signifying it is no longer Christmas. So December 26th, midnight.
Where: Malfoy Manor
Complete
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Dec. 25th, 2007 @ 11:15 pm
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Delivery for Ginevra M. Weasley
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Dec. 25th, 2007 @ 01:15 pm
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This is delivered to the Burrow in Otterty St. Catchpole in an ornately carved wooden box, with a handwritten note:
Most people would have gotten you jewels. This is much more practical. Keep this close, in case of trouble.
The note is unsigned
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Dec. 24th, 2007 @ 10:30 pm
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Who: Narcissa Malfoy and Draco Malfoy
What: Malfoy Christmas!
When: Dec 25th
Where: Malfoy Manor
Complete
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Dec. 22nd, 2007 @ 02:22 pm
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Who: Anyone who would happen to be at Malfoy Manor
When: Dec. 22nd
Where: The parlor
Rating: PG
Status: Pending
Lucius Malfoy had never given much thought to Christmas beyond bellowing at the elves to get everything ready. He had always spoiled both his wife and son though the sentiment behind most gifts was lacking. It wasn't that Lucius didn't love his family -- just the opposite really. He thought it was clear from the amount of money he spent; whether he chose something heartfelt never crossed his mind. Narcissa deserved jewels and Draco deserved the top Quidditch gear (along with plenty of books to prepare him for life, of course). However, he never paused to consider hugging his son or kissing his wife as a proper gift. They knew how he felt -- or so he believed.
Still, Christmas had always been a time to be together. Having to leave Draco at Hogwarts his second year had broken Lucius' heart though, naturally, he never let on. Still, his son had been safe at Hogwarts as far as Lucius was concerned. Never mind through his own careless doing he had jeopardized his only child in setting off a chain of events leading right to Tom Riddle. Lucius internalized such mistakes and vowed to do better. Which is exactly why he planned to use the journals to his own advantage. If the Lord deemed him inferior, he'd prove him wrong. Voldemort would regret using Draco if it was the last thing Lucius accomplished in life. Narcissa and Draco and Severus might have thought Lucius a fool and maybe he was. But it was for his family.
Lucius sat at his desk though he didn't feel as if it was his study any longer. Voldemort had robbed him of everything. He wrote furiously in his journal, composing a letter to Remus Lupin. It was a sad day when Lucius had to beg help from a wolf, but he'd do what needed to be done.
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